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Our Transparent President

Our Transparent President


Obama is a transparent President.

You can see right through him to the other side of his lies.

He is cellophane.

He is porous like the Mexican border.


He wants new voters even if they are raped by Coyotes

On the trip north.

We don’t exist except as potential votes;

We are abused,

We are his affirmation.

He is scotch tape—

His false promises stick to our faces and

We are attached to his failures.


Obama’s weakness is leading up to another war;

We’ll see,

Before we are blinded by stray bullets,

Before we step on his explosive negligence.


The way he has ruined our healthcare will encourage us

To die quickly.


If I have to suffer through another one of his dishonest speeches

I will stick a Q-tip in my ear and let it bleed,

Be Mick Jagger,

Dance to the red violence of a nation leaning on Obama

While he ruins our medicine and sings,

“Baby, why don’cha bleed on me.”


Obama wants to divide the country,

To start a revolution,

To let income inequality cause beheadings,

To rain on the Reign of Terror,

To keep beheading Marie Antoinette,

To bite misunderstood lyrics from John Lennon’s “Revolution.”


But Obama doesn’t have a plan,

Only  complaints.

Unlike Obama John Lennon says,

“But when you talk about destruction

Don’t you know that you can count me out.”


Obama is destruction.

The Middle East is burning.

Unlike Obama and his friends John Lennon sang

“If you go carrying pictures of Chairman Mao

You ain’t going to make it with anyone anyhow.”


Even our rock and rollers are less extreme than Obama.

That’s why when Obama first ran for office they called

Him a rock star.

He wasn’t.

He was simply a delinquent breaking school windows,

Ruining the authority he would become.


He was a rock that you threw at a star

And made a wish for a utopianism that could never be.

The pathway to hell is paved with Obama’s progressive failures.

Mayor de Blasio is right behind him like a crease in pants.

Obama sits on his face.

Obama is the butt end of America’s days.

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

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 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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