there is drama Mr Obama
maybe you must call your Mama
clean up the congress men’s mess
the brevity of time will be the test
otherwise I see the wilting leaves of the
eagles crest and watch out for Bin Laden
he promised to come back and destroy the rest
come now Mr. President do your Nobel best!
for once leave the illuminate out of your treasury chest
returning the dream of freedom to proud American breasts
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