Fail to pass 5

Here is a ‘poem’ by Barack Obama. We publish it at the risk of infringing copyright, because we find the quality of mind that composed it repellent and want to know if others do too.

Pop

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken

In, sprinkled with ashes,

Pop switches channels, takes another

Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks

What to do with me, a green young man

Who fails to consider the

Flim and flam of the world, since

Things have been easy for me;

I stare hard at his face, a stare

That deflects off his brow;

I’m sure he’s unaware of his

Dark, watery eyes, that

Glance in different directions,

And his slow, unwelcome twitches,

Fail to pass.

I listen, nod,

Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,

Beige T-shirt, yelling,

Yelling in his ears, that hang

With heavy lobes, but he’s still telling

His joke, so I ask why

He’s so unhappy, to which he replies . . .

But I don’t care anymore, cause

He took too damn long, and from

Under my seat, I pull out the

Mirror I’ve been saving; I’m laughing,

Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face

To mine, as he grows small,

A spot in my brain, something

That may be squeezed out, like a

Watermelon seed between

Two fingers.

Pop takes another shot, neat,

Points out the same amber

Stain on his shorts that I’ve got on mine and

Makes me smell his smell, coming

From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem

He wrote before his mother died,

Stands, shouts, and asks

For a hug, as I shink, my

Arms barely reaching around

His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; ’cause

I see my face, framed within

Pop’s black-framed glasses

And know he’s laughing too.

— Barack Obama

Shink?  Misprint for shrink maybe.

Posted under Miscellaneous by Jillian Becker on Saturday, September 19, 2009

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  • richardh

    This poem is all wee-weed up.

  • Alejandro

    Conservatives never look at the big picture. For instance, they use an accidental misprint of a capital H as evidence of disingenuousness or insincerity. To suggest that I do not believe my own opinions because they differ from yours, and to somehow justify this by an accidental misprint is a weak argument.

  • Hawk

    Obama Himself? Alejandro, I'm beginning to suspect that you aren't as ingenuous as you seem. Is there a satirist lurking behind your apparent good-natured leftism?

  • Alejandro

    This poem is deeply meaningful and profound. I would love to hear president Obama Himself recite this poem.

  • Let's see: Arrogant, naive and smug. Yep, that's our guy. <shiver>