Yes or no
Right or wrong
No more choices
They are all gone
Up is down
And down is up
I hate drinking
From this damn cup
Gone is the
Sweet taste of
Prosperity
Replaced with
Such a bitter seed
Government run amuck
Will he stop spending?
No such luck
Just throwing good money
After bad
Nothing new being said
All the while strutting
With arrogance
This Harvard grad
Poll numbers plummet
(He refuses to see)
That when he is
Just a blurb in history
There will be no media
To cover his fanny
Just the change
That he promised
Turned out to be
A dark time in our history
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Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on September 16, 2011
Yeah, I just finished writing about The Man. I'll probably post it in a few days after I tweak it. America and the world is getting ready to explode. It's coming.
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