Poetry

Barbara Streisand Calls Obama a God

Barbara Streisand Calls Obama a God

 

Babs is no babe. She has aged like a wrinkled prune.

I get the runs.

I’d like to run from her liberal furor.

She thinks that she is a good person.

She is a poor imitation.

We all come and go like yesterday’s worst moment.

 

Even when she was young she was a marathon away from pretty.

She played leading ladies

When she was merely a gorgeous voice looking for a better face.

Did Ryan O’Neal close his eyes when he kissed her

In “What’s Up Doc?”

That’s right, he was near sighted.

He couldn’t see her ideology.

 

It must be nice to be so rich that you can take sides

With irrationality and it won’t cost you anything.

 

She is a Jewish Democrat who failed to recognize that

Leftist is rightist

And that she can’t escape the taint of the holocaust

By identifying with humongous communist government.

 

She calls women “second-class citizens.”

Gee, I feel bad for you Babs.

Am I a first class man?

I am on social security.

I ride the subways with a senior citizens discount.

I am a second-class citizen with none of women’s advantages.

 

You used to be so mushy when you sang,

“People, people who need people,

Are the luckiest people in the world.”

I guess you weren’t too lucky.

All you ever needed was yourself and that voice

Which was as beautiful as you were homely.

You never needed people.

 

All you needed was a rich return to 1917 and the Bolsheviks.

You are so removed that you don’t realize that people

Are losing their medical plans because of Obamacare

And that prices are going up,

Up, up

While lifestyles are going down, down, down.

AHC is a failure.

Like your little brain which surrounds itself with song

Rather than pragmatism.

 

Babs, God gave you a choice whether to think or sing.

You chose to sing.

 

You call Obama God.

You must be one of his priestesses.

You live in Utopian dreams.

If you were Muslim you would definitely not be

One of the seventy-two virgins.

 

Were any of your men satisfied?

Only if they liked threesomes—

You and you and them?

 

I am middle class.

Obama-God has lowered my net worth.

Prices are up.

Less people are working.

 

Liberals like you complain about income inequality

While you get richer.

You like the sound of your clichés.

Like you like the way you sing.

You don’t hang with the poor,

You’d hang them if they moved onto your block

 

Obama is not a King.

Babs, you are not pretty.

Narcissists like you make the poor’s plight worse.

You don’t give a damn about people.

When people like you and Obama run the world

We are the unluckiest people in the world.

We are people who need different people,

People who understand free enterprise not

Government dictatorships.

 

Obama wants to seem so noble that he doesn’t ban

Flights from Liberia.

Come aboard, Ebola.

Enjoy your vomit, your contagion.

And those decapitations from Issis?

Send them over here so that we can hang them

In a museum of failed Democrats.

Obama is the guard taking tickets at the American wing.

Babs is singing songs celebrating his failures in the cafeteria.

The views expressed in this opinion article are solely those of their author and are not necessarily either shared or endorsed by EagleRising.com


About the author

David Lawrence

David Lawrence

David Lawrence has a Ph.D. in literature. He has published over 200 blogs, 600 poems, a memoir “The King of White-Collar Boxing,” several books of poems, including “Lane Changes.” Both can be purchased on Amazon.com. He was a professional boxer and a CEO. Last year he was listed in New York Magazine as the 41st reason to love New York.

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