Prince Cockroach

A prince or a cockroach,
Which is Obama?
Just watch him scuttle,
Then judge this drama.

Scuttles through leaves of Red manifestos,
Scuttles through dung of leftover leftos,
Scuttles with moslems in big white house,
Showing the world the soul of a louse.

Well, you have to admit
There’s no princely drama
In watching this cockroach
That’s called Obama.

The play’s beginning,
There’s no retreat,
So jump for rights
And stamp your feet!

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