OBAMA (a victory poem of sorts)

Only those who believe In their dreams of dark nights Can the laurel of victory receive. … Bring out the drums And beat a tune for our legs, Rhythm to bring to life our fat bums. Ahh, sweet verdict Of eagerly thumbing thumbs! Where are those that did failure predict?...

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POLITRICKS

They come again to spit their words, Our self-crowned Lords. What have we not heard? Are we not the gullible herd? Their words flow like rain Only to flow into the drain. In colors of rainbow they paint A blissful tomorrow with no taint. And with words that tease our...

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