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.:The Ironic Elect Tronic Conniption:.

Letter to POTUS

Did you notice?
Suppose this�you
You were suppose to be the new sheriff in town
The ultra-transparency hound
Seem to us too many people have gotten clowned

What�s up dawg?

The newness of you�now gone
You�re the one, that_one who used to have a clue
Now you�re the clue-less hero
While the Movement�s momentum has gotten pimp slapped
The Mishap? �These policies emphasizing �Learn to Adapt�
YO, Barry�what�s up with that?
And this? Seems things have gone amiss
The constant manipulation; each
sordid demonic rendition

The Ironic Electronic Conniptions

Multiple weeks. Scenes of chasing down leaks
These NSA freaks. The sputtering�s on spying
You� the change agent on your 2nd hiring
That hire? Man�you used to inspire
Now more like a mid-level vampire
One who�s mired in The Regular
Gripping the jugular on the D-low
What a way to go; this loss of balance
Redefined as an inconvenience �
While the Neo-Cons�they�ve cheated
They�ve teased and tortured. Yet they never did jail
What was that? �Constitutional fail?
Funny-less how it pans out
How the B.S. stands out�by hook or by crook
or a better or more informed look

There's a trickle down in patience with
floods all over
Politicians drowning the clover
How about some Gitmo closure
Time not taken, it�s ticking
Like a bomb
All this blood sucking and getting away with it
From smart head to grey head
What�s up dawg?
Running with the wolves?
That ain�t your thing or
maybe it is and�we didn�t see
Just how much of an American
that an American can really be

Brother.