Something Out of Joint in Obama’s Soul


I am beautiful like a white swan in a pool of American mud.

Obama is a hybrid,

A mixed breed,

A handful of sludge thrown up against the wall

Of historical America.

How is it that the Democrats failed to impeach an obvious mistake,

Stood up for a communist

Who wanted to be Stalin shooting hoops in the school yard

Of his own paranoid failures

As we died in the bleachers waiting for words

That never reached reality,

Speeches that were as worthless as candy wrappers on the ground?

There is something out of joint in Obama’s soul.

The bolts of his intentions have become unscrewed in the failure

Of his pathway.

He is the partial Muslim who was supposed to put out the fires

In the Middle East.

We are burning.

He was going to improve the economy instead of bankrupt

The individual and put the nation trillions in debt.

He was going to improve black incomes instead of pickpocket them.

He was going to wage a war on men but it spilled over onto women.

He was going to get the red and blue states to get along

Instead of encouraging many of them to long to secede.

He was going to end race wars until there was Ferguson.

Instead of creating income inequality he made the poor poorer.

He put strings through Holder’s head and used him as a puppet

To represent his lies.

He won a Nobel prize.

Since when has failure become its own reward?

He is the sadness of enthusiasm backfiring on itself on a broken highway.

Is his one accomplishment gay marriage?

Or is that his failure to understand biology and that perversion

Is not a moral evaluation but a definition whose validity is anatomical?

With Obama everything goes.

I wish he would go along with his irresponsible ideas.

An intruder climbed over the White House fence.

Why doesn’t Obama climb out of it and disappear

Into his failed his history,

His neighborhood of arrogance?

Obama is the mistake that keeps on thinking he can do no wrong.

He thinks that he is Louis XIV, the Sun King, but he is America’s eclipse.

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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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