Oh, Mr. President

Oh, Mr. President

Oh, Mr. President
  your agenda has failed

Oh, Mr. President
  the unfortunate wail

Oh, Mr. President
  your tongue has been forked

Oh, Mr. President
  your policies pork

Oh, Mr. President
  your blinders fit tight

Oh, Mr. President
  the days are now night

Oh, Mr. President
  our veterans abandoned

Oh, Mr. President
  your lies all ‘glad handed’

Oh, Mr. President
  the babies in parts

Oh, Mr. President
  your abortive retorts

Oh, Mr. President
  our servicemen die

Oh, Mr. President
  your defense ministers lie

Oh, Mr. President
  the poor have sunk low

Oh, Mr. President
  your smile still glows

Oh, Mr. President
  our enemies stalk

Oh, Mr. President
  they feast while you talk

Oh, Mr. President
  Chicago now burns

Oh, Mr. President
  your party to churn

Oh, Mr. President
  your nose has grown long

Oh, Mr. President
  the bees stinger gone

Oh, Mr. President
  the bad checks that you write

Oh, Mr. President
  our great-grandchildren’s plight

Oh, Mr. President
  so slick and so cool

Oh, Mr. President
  you treat us like fools

Oh, Mr. President
  your ‘Emperors New Clothes’

Oh, Mr. President
  your fantasy grows

Oh, Mr. President
  to you black or white

Oh, Mr. President
  our ‘melting pot’ fights

Oh, Mr. President
  no skin in the game

Oh, Mr. President
  the fleecing you gave

Oh, Mr. President
  the economy sick

Oh, Mr. President
  the Chinese hold our ‘chits’

Oh, Mr. President
  your intent to deceive

Oh, Mr. President
  we once did believe

Oh, Mr. President
  all left and no right

Oh, Mr. President
  damnation delights

Oh, Mr. President
  the wall’s caving in

Oh, Mr. President
  virtuosity sinned

Oh, Mr. President
  the children now cry

Oh, Mr. President
  their dreams have all died

Oh, Mr. President
  a voice then so glib

Oh, Mr. President
  the false life you have lived

Oh, Mr. President
  your Cabinet rocked

Oh, Mr. President
  all fair access locked

Oh, Mr. President
  our health care in shambles

Oh, Mr. President
  you banter and ramble

Oh, Mr. President
  the Supreme Court in two

Oh, Mr. President
  its cause—only you

Oh, Mr. President
  old prophecy burns

Oh, Mr. President
  new curses to learn

Oh, Mr. President
  the knife twisting deep

Oh, Mr. President
  the blade of a thief

Oh, Mr. President
  the beggars last dime

Oh, Mr. President
  wasted on crime

Oh, Mr. President
  we were democrats once

Oh, Mr. President
  both parties you’ve ‘chumped’

Oh, Mr. President
  your minions behind

Oh, Mr. President
  dropping like flies

Oh, Mr. President
  the terrorists bold

Oh, Mr. President
  your podium scolds

Oh, Mr. President
  great promise now stilled

Oh, Mr. President
  the aspirations you’ve killed

Oh, Mr. President
  there’s fire at the gate

Oh, Mr. President
  —your punishment waits

(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2015)
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