Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Barry Soetoro  alias  Richard Cory

Whenever Barry Soetoro went downtown,
we people in Indonesia looked at him;
he was a shyster from sole to crown,
ganja smoker, stubble on his chin.

He was always gay-ly arrayed,
always "me first" when he talked;
but he still fluttered pulses when he said -
"Selamat page," and he wiggled when he walked.

He was poor, he was, and just an organizer,
and admirably schooled in every grace,
we thought he was so much wiser,
and we wished we could be in his place.

So on we worked, we had not seen the light,
stuck in Indonesia, just glad to be a resident;
and Barry Soetoro one calm summer night -
went across the sea to become president.

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