50 Years of Obama.

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Greetings from the Hill.

A morning sunrise at last,
grey skies and rain all week...
"Even during the fireworks,"
skoffed the painter..a prisoner
to the weather.

Wondering about this fellow Obama,
of course, all youngsters had tricycles
after Kennedy was shot, part of the times..
Momma was back at school studying
while Grandma paid the bills as a banker,
the only lady bankster in the state..
laundering money for the CIA,
Gramps was a college recruiter
for the Asian African Program,
disguised as the Ford Foundation
under William Geithner...yes, yes..
"Timmy's Daddy...Holey Cow..!"
mocks the madone...
gazing to Africa.

Momma was good with her tongue,
acguiring languages with her lovers...
the Kenyan went on to Harvard
preparing himself as a CIA mole,
an anti communist economist bigamist...
as well as an arab muslim polygamist,
adding a second white wife
to the Obama Family...

The Father he Never Knew!

Momma was learning Malayasian with Lolo,
another of Gramp's recruits at the CIA campus,
the school was perfect for spies...
another pesky oil problem required intervention,
"Wouldn't want the Commie Chinks to get
all that Dutch Oil and lands...no, no..,"
laughed the madone monitoring.

Another quickie marriage and off for adventures.

Most formative years for learning say the educators,
a loving father and adorable baby sister....
mother now fluent in five lanquages,
her cover an anthropoligist in microeconomics,
travelling the back reaches on donkey...
hardly ever home, backpacking the little girl,
Barry stayed in the city with StepDad,
learning Malaysian and Murder...

"Hey, get a grip...he was a trained killer
working for 'The Secret Police'.....!"

Now this was a father 'he' seemed to have forgot,
until 'it' was time to 'kill' Osama
and be a man.

Nixon was going nuts and Barry had a dream...
..."To play in the NBA.."

Gramps brought him home and arranged
for a foreign scholarship at the "Elite School',
odd, being born on the island and all...
but he learned to dribble and grin
while acquiring a jump shot...
not much else....few remember...oddly.

'It' was the Carter years and the world was in 'Crisis'..!

"Barack had a new identity at Occidental College,
arranged by Gramps and another 'foreign scholarship',
a two year course for poets and potheads..",
snorted the madone amazed at the background.

Ten years living in America as an 'Indonesian' because
Momma was a foreign resident spy for the CIA...
"Hey..how about a trip to Pakistan...
must have picked up a few phrases from the roomie..!"
off on a mule ride with Mom...
where was baby sister?

The transfer records to Columbia are sealed
and no one seems to remember this 'star'
without noteriety, fans or lovers...
of course there was no 'Facebook',
hardly a photograph or video...
not even an acting class coach...
Momma was working 'undercover',
"Horror of Horrors...in Harlem..!".
and she liked her coffee 'black',
"Name three Black Muslims of the time
who influenced the Gullible Chosen One,"
snorted the student of oddity

Perhaps Harry Belafonte should have taught
the entertainer to sing rather than grin,
who exactly groomed this lone duck
to give America the 'Financial Fuck'...


"The First Black Editor of the Harvard Law Review,
dismissed after six months....
'for inappropriate behavior' with fellow editors,
who received cash settlements from school,
to shut the fuck up...!", growls the madone.

The Media is such a Twisted Tale.

"Get that queer asshole married
and a gay lover..!", growled Warren,
usually cheery and polite.

The Community Organizer had Handlers,
forces 'he' did not need to know,
Sidley Austin had derivative plans
for the 'Carbon Footprint',
the black communist party had a fool,
queers had a dream.

Democrats would do anything after Clinton.

Enough of 'Presidential Fairy Tales' for the day.

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