Some Say Our President Is This

Some Say Our President Is This

Some say our President is this,

And others say that he is that,

But whatever they’d say he is,

What matters is: where’s he at?

As being neither here nor there

Wherever he should be about,

This President is nowhere near,

What I for one can figure out.

Some say he’s a Mohammedan

And others ask how can it be?

He went to church led by a man

With his hate-filled theology;

He listened to the Reverend say

What he said, sitting in a pew,

Neither to answer ‘yea’ or ‘nay’

To all which he’d attended to;

About what Jeremiah Wright

Decidedly said loud and clear

Of those whose skin-color is white

Which Barack didn’t seem to hear.

To whose Church did Barack belong

If not the Reverend Wright who said

So much of that which was so wrong

As he heard and would nod his head?

And didn’t he say God would damn

America?—should that escape

Your notice, it was caught on cam—

So you may see it now on tape.

Whatever faith he might profess

The God to which Obama bows

Has put him at the right address

As occupant of our White House.