Like Hoofs on Muddy Bongos – Obama’s Presidency

The sky is so high that I get nauseous looking down at the earth.

You guessed it—I am in heaven.

I am not even dead.

There was this puffed-up man,

A thin doughboy,

Striding the globe like an inflatable colossus beneath me.

It was Obama.

He juggled a bunch of his failures:

His Nobel Prize, the Presidency, the economic bad news,

His military weakness and his collection

Of the bewildering cheers of the brain dead Democrats.

I have brain damage from boxing.

My waves are flat like the earth in better days.

The Democrats make me seem fleet of mind and intellectual.

Health care is not healthy under Obama’s rein and he rides it

And us into the ground like hoofs on muddy bongos.

He charges us stable fees to be our own horses and die in our stalls.


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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 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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