Obama’s Last Gasp, as Told in Limericks

Some presidents, like Lincoln, merit an elegy by Whitman. Obama deserves limericks from Zmirak.

By John Zmirak Published on January 11, 2017

There once was a kid from Chicago
Who trafficked in high-flown bravado.
He shot to the top
But then when he stopped
Learned from Trump: blowback’s a virago.

That kid was named Barack Obama,
And his soldiers did gun down Osama.
That welcome event
Was about the extent
Of what we got out of his drama.

He recalled that the Windy City
Where the murder rate still isn’t pretty
His purpose provided,
So then he decided
To study with Saul Alinsky.

At Harvard and at Columbia
Work caused him no insomnia.
All knew he’d go far,
That he’d be a star:
Call it “post-racial hypoxia.”

To find his community perch,
He was told to go pick out some church.
When the Reverend was Wright,
It was “Amens” all night.
But that baggage got left in his lurch.

Just an unfinished term in the Senate,
Was enough for the voters to ken it:
He offered redemption
Or at least its pretension.
Which in fact is much more telegenic.

He swore we could cling to our doctors.
Didn’t mention that big dudes in boxers
Would prowl in the Ladies’,
Or that the Euphrates
Would run with the blood spilled by monsters.

He didn’t exactly forewarn us
How thoroughly he scorned us.
So we bitterly clung
To our crosses and guns
While his mandate told nuns to abort us.

Wow that whole funky “Arab Spring”
Was a hot democracy fling.
It led to no other good,
But the Muslim Brotherhood.
Guess it’s best we forgot the whole thing.

He wasn’t that fond of our border laws
And so to select, but prolonged applause
He waved thousands in,
Said those laws were a sin!
Using executive power’s Santa clause.

He wasn’t the best friend of Israel,
Let the U.N. coat those folks with vitriol.
Lots of cash for Iran
Was part of the plan
To render our ally vestigial.

When he ran he opposed same-sex “marriage,”
But of that stance he became quite embarrassed
When the judges he’d picked
Combined to inflict
That charade on courthouse and parish.

And as the days of Obama now dwindle
We can count up the cost of his swindle:
Twenty trillion in debt 
And bitter regret
for divisions his tenure rekindled.

It might not do to seem flippant
as his fans gag on Trump, pine, and sicken.
But he still says: “Yes we can!
And we did!” Tell the man,
“No you couldn’t,” and “Oh no, you didn’t!”

This article has been updated to correct the metrical scansion in several lines.

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