The Wreck Of The Edmund Obama, Part 2
John Mark Reynolds has the words. The opening:
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the Senator they called ‘Chelsea’s Mommy’
That she, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of Wright rant twenty-six thousand words more
Ah how his mentor of yore made Obama’s words sound empty.
That young man and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.
Hum the whole thing. Or record it and send me the MP3.