Visions Of Obama
Ain't it just like the Left to play tricks when we're tryin' not to riot?
We all say we're not screwed, we're all doin' our best to deny it
As Dems claim a mandate for change, temptin' you to defy it
Hope blossoms on the opposite side
In our camps the flamewars abide
The talk radio station plays nice
But it's got nothing, really nothing, to entice
Just Limbaugh and Hannity so entwined
And these visions of Obama that conquer my mind
In our empty treasury the pols play blindman's bluff with the supply chain
And the leftoid bloggers they whisper of escapades on the Palin Campaign
We can hear Abe Lincoln slap his forehead
Ask himself if it's him or us that's really insane
Neoneocon, she's all right, she's stayed clear
She's delicate as she posts to the 'sphere
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That Obama's not here
The ghost of 'lectricity howls in the comments at her blog
Where these visions of Obama have come up from the bog
Now, little boy Ace, he takes himself so seriously
He slags Andrew Sullivan, he likes to post dangerously
And when bringing O's name up
He speaks of a farewell finger to thee
He's sure got a lotta gall to be so scrappy and all
Hosting open thread squawks for recall while America's at the mall
Oh, how can I explain?
It's so hard to rant on
And these visions of Obama, they kept me up past the dawn
Contemplatin' congress, your sanity goes up on trial
Voices blather this is what lobotomy must be like after a while
But Pelosi musta had the Biden Botox blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the Little Green Footballs all freeze
When the jelly-faced Kossacks all sleaze
Hear the ones with dementia say, "Jeeze
Find us more killers to appease."
Oh, tax-hikes and deficits swarm in our new head of state
Where these visions of Obama are not up for debate.
This blogger now speaks to the Anchoress who's trying hard to pray for him
Sayin', "Name me a politician who's not a parasite and I'll go out and I'll campaign for him"
But like Michelle always says
"Can't find a decent Dem much, can ya man?"
As she, herself, prepares to napalm them
And the real Messiah, He still has not showed
We see the Cross we emptied now corrode
Where Liberty and belief once had glowed
Mr. Death, he now steps to the road
He writes they're coming for more money than they're owed
On the back of the Jihad truck that loads
While the next 9/11 explodes
The harmonicas play high fading blues for John McCain
And these visions of Obama are now all that remain.
Courtesy of Vanderleun
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