Our Wooden Head
I have known a lot of people but not a lot of people have known me.
I put a sock in my mouth so that I don’t spill the beans.
The Mexicans are jumping across the border,
Hopping out of their shells
To steal our jobs.
Obama thinks that he can embrace the world, his hands wrapping
He wants to fling us around everything
While he hides beneath his desk in the Oval office.
Clinton only abused an intern on the floor of that office.
A good cigar.
Obama abuses the world by his ambivalence.
Obama’s reputation has gone up in smoke.
He is Pinocchio,
A wooden head.
Obama is sticking a stiff failed ideology up the universal populace butt.
His head is too swollen to fit into Michelle’s loneliness.
He has left two reporters headless.
One more decapitation and he can juggle his failures.
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