Obama And The Fly Poem by Carey Lenehan

Come into my parlour, said Obama to the fly,
lurking on the outside,
and the fly, with five points to every eye, stepped inside,
treading carefully
for as he knows, whilst flies have no fear of irradiation,
they can still be squashed
by a determined hand.

Let me show you American hospitality,
said Obama to the fly
and the fly,
glad to be un-American,
deigned to feed on the happy scraps he was offered
well aware, that in reality,
the whole world was already his own.

Watch my lips, said Obama to the fly,
when both were fed and formalities put to bed,
NO MORE SETTLEMENTS
or I shall be very cross
and you will not like me, when I'm cross
and then he smiled winningly.

The fly regarded Obama with its many eyes,
all five pointed, and replied
Do your worst, for we shall build Jerusalem
upon our pleasant land, green or not
and whatever stands in our way shall be bulldozed
regardless of your objections
because we are chosen, and that's what we do.

Come into my office, said Obama to the fly
and the fly, all senses bristling, stepped inside
to hear Obama say,
Do not forget, little fly, that this is the oval of true power
and you should listen to me
for alone, you are very small and need my protection.

Listen very carefully, I shall say this only once,
said the fly to Obama, wings abuzz, composure unruffled,
When you are not looking, I shall lay eggs on the rotting corpse of peace
and spew acid onto a world we despise until it is remoulded to our liking,
because I am quite simply, superior to you, and you should not forget that.

And as the fly flew heavily from Obama's grasp,
well fed and undaunted by threats,
it followed the money men who gave it sanctuary
because they too, were flies and could buy it many defences,
and with a parting hearty laugh it said to the rest of the world,
See you in hell...