Hitler would have envied Obama’s position to nationalize the banks and car industries.
I believe Hitler faced less resistance.
Er, make that MORE resistance.
The One was shining on TV,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The things he said sound right—
And this was odd, because you know
He isnt very bright.
Michelle was shining sulkily,
Because she thought The One
Had got no business to be there
Until The Change was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To let folks keep God & guns!”
The road was empty as could be,
The dealerships were gone.
You could not see a car, because
No one could get a loan:
No planes were flying overhead—
No businessmen were flown.
Obama and the Democrat
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
A stretch of private land:
“If this were only nationalized,”
They said, “it would be grand!”
“If senators with subpoena powers
Held hearings half a year.
Do you suppose,” Obama said,
“Wed get it free and clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Democrat
And shed a bitter tear.
“O Bankers, come and walk with us!”
The One, he did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Within our slimy reach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To bite the hand of each.”
The richest Banker looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The richest Banker winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
The Government to wed.
But four young Bankers hurried up,
All eager a buck to get:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shirts were dripping wet
And this was odd, because, you know,
They came by private jet.
Four other Bankers followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more—
All hopping through the federal hoops,
Like a Clinton to a whore.
“The time has come,” Obama said,
“To take your many things:
All shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
All cabbages—and rings—
And do you think youll keep your pot—
You will if pigs have wings.”
“But wait a bit,” the Bankers cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of cash,
Yet all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Democrat.
They thanked him much for that.
“A lot of bread,” Obama said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pogroms and regulatory boards
Are very good indeed—
Now if you’re ready, Bankers dear,
We can begin to feed.”
“But not on us!” the Bankers cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After promising a change, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” Obama said.
“Do you admire the view?
“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Democrat said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were more on the left—
I’ve had to ask you twice!”
It seems a shame, Obama said,
To play them such a trick,
After weve strung them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!
The Democrat said nothing but
Just spread the pork on thick!
I weep for you, Obama said:
I deeply sympathize.
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Incomes of the largest size,
Holding his teleprompter
Before his streaming eyes.
“O Bankers,” said the Democrat,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall capitalism ever come back?
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.