Reprinted by request: Papa Possum's new satire for Obama's birthday quotes "Atlas Shrugged"
Each year, for Obama's birthday, I write a Papa Possum satire which critiques his administration.
This year's has an overt Objectivist message.
By request, it is reprinted in full here.
Enjoy... or not.
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Five
(A gift which befits)
So, here we are again it seems,
another year gone by,
the power brokers played their pawns
and saved Nouveau Versailles:
the same Dear Leader, same Dread King,
same Ruling Class awry;
and since you have not gone away,
in good faith, how could I?
So, your birthday's today you claim?
For farce sake, I'll allow.
As such, “Which gift is most befit?”
becomes the question now.
What best to give a Marxist brat
unchecked by law or vow,
if not the spanking of his life?
But still, alas, there's “How?”.
A child spoil'd sees everything
as being theirs to break.
Still, our Congress won't tell you “No!”
and their own pull forsake.
Worse still, our Brass claims their Oath Sworn
if applied's a mistake.
So, your ill will is all that's free
and we ride out its wake.
Corrected not you tantrum on,
clenched fists and stamping feet,
vengefully making scapegoat those
with whom you can't compete,
into the cornfield wishing those
defying your deceit.
So, Dear Leader, don't start to think
we'd shirk your “birthday” treat.
It's clear there'll be no Cicero
to rise to our defense,
no Washington to *do his job*
and treason trials commence.
Forsaken, we're all *John Galt*s now
sans storyline pretense.
So, know: your gift's that “Atlas Shrugged”
is now our “Common Sense”.
Go demagogue about Detroit,
your future's gift-wrapped snug.
Insist you're King Philosopher
despite the doom you've dug.
Ignore the Voices rising up
against your regime smug:
“'By my life and my love of it',
I will not kneel, I'll shrug!”
Yes, I withdraw my sanction full,
my engine I unplug:
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader,
I will not kneel, I'll shrug.
“I'm leaving it as I found it”,
I will not kneel, I'll shrug.
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Five; Copyright © 2013 Papa Possum
You can read more Papa Possum satires at http://www.papapossum.com
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The first book of collected Papa Possum's satires is in the works, stay tuned.
This year's has an overt Objectivist message.
By request, it is reprinted in full here.
Enjoy... or not.
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Five
(A gift which befits)
So, here we are again it seems,
another year gone by,
the power brokers played their pawns
and saved Nouveau Versailles:
the same Dear Leader, same Dread King,
same Ruling Class awry;
and since you have not gone away,
in good faith, how could I?
So, your birthday's today you claim?
For farce sake, I'll allow.
As such, “Which gift is most befit?”
becomes the question now.
What best to give a Marxist brat
unchecked by law or vow,
if not the spanking of his life?
But still, alas, there's “How?”.
A child spoil'd sees everything
as being theirs to break.
Still, our Congress won't tell you “No!”
and their own pull forsake.
Worse still, our Brass claims their Oath Sworn
if applied's a mistake.
So, your ill will is all that's free
and we ride out its wake.
Corrected not you tantrum on,
clenched fists and stamping feet,
vengefully making scapegoat those
with whom you can't compete,
into the cornfield wishing those
defying your deceit.
So, Dear Leader, don't start to think
we'd shirk your “birthday” treat.
It's clear there'll be no Cicero
to rise to our defense,
no Washington to *do his job*
and treason trials commence.
Forsaken, we're all *John Galt*s now
sans storyline pretense.
So, know: your gift's that “Atlas Shrugged”
is now our “Common Sense”.
Go demagogue about Detroit,
your future's gift-wrapped snug.
Insist you're King Philosopher
despite the doom you've dug.
Ignore the Voices rising up
against your regime smug:
“'By my life and my love of it',
I will not kneel, I'll shrug!”
Yes, I withdraw my sanction full,
my engine I unplug:
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader,
I will not kneel, I'll shrug.
“I'm leaving it as I found it”,
I will not kneel, I'll shrug.
Happy Birthday, O Dear Leader, Year Five; Copyright © 2013 Papa Possum
You can read more Papa Possum satires at http://www.papapossum.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Papa-Possu...
Twitter: @papapossum
The first book of collected Papa Possum's satires is in the works, stay tuned.
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is now our “Common Sense”.
And thanks for reading.