The Obama Tapestry hanging in the US Embassy, London.
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over the election of that son of a socialist whore—
While I nodded, there came a knocking, so loud that it was shocking
As if it were the Gestapo, knocking at my chamber door—
“‘Tis the DHS goons,” I muttered, “knocking at my chamber door—
No search warrant, I expected nothing more.”
Ah, distinctly I remember it was two years ago November;
When the scheme of union members wrested the Treasury from our control.
And the Wall Streeters did chortle thinking that the dollars were immortal—
And the greens proclaimed that energy could no longer be generated from coal
While millions more clamored to go on the public dole;
And the economy started circling the bowl.
Congress cuts like drunken surgeons, while our national debt still burgeons
And I fear for my Country as I never feared before.
Because now an unholy presence filled with loathing and preternatural menace
Has ensconced itself and mocks us on the British Embassy wall—
And it demands acquiescence as soon as a visitor walks through the door;
Quoth the portrait – “The Constitution? Nevermore!”
This infernal tapestry shows him beaming, our evil President is scheming
On the ways to reduce our nation to poverty and divisive civil war;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a heathen who is dreaming,
Praying for Allah’s aid in leaning our culture to Sharia law;
And my Christian soul doth shudder at the words our Lord might utter
That sinful America maybe – nevermore!