Doomed from the Beginning

-((( Obama Trauma )))-

by RickyFingerz

Five thousand port-a-potties for the presidential inauguration.

Another poopy expense for his beloved nation.

I would have sold “depends”, for a dollar at the gate;

This way you wouldn’t have to worry if you had to wait.

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Over five hundred promises were delivered in his campaign.

If you think he’ll fulfill them all, you’re delusion-ally insane.

The deficit is in the trillions and he’s still giving your money away.

Wall street will completely own the entire world one day.

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My, how I sigh at the follie of this guy;

Why would anybody want this job? Why; tell me why?

It can’t be the money because he’d be considered middle class;

In comparison to some corporate pigs with a silver spoon up their ass.

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The bailouts continue and he’ll keep handing them out.

Then you’ll all sit back and question what it’s all about.

You are the grunts that keep giving up your power;

As the final countdown nears; Day by day; Hour by hour.

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Rise up, shout out; We don’t care what you’re all about.

Think of us, we gave you our trust; Now we question and doubt.

It’s all starting to get just a little bit scary.

We’re all losing our hair and teeth and living off the tooth fairy.

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The American dream is now but a shattered nightmare.

Lose your job, your home; It just doesn’t seem fair.

You work hard all your life and then you can’t retire.

You’ll be ninety five and your ad will say “Services For Hire”

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To sum it up, you’re all winding down a darkened garden path;

Of thorn and thistle, waddling like a fattened calf.

You may as well put your head on the old chopping block;

As you watch your futures fold and the depletion of your stock.