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“What we have here is a failure to communicate.”
Obozo -- in the pulpit -- raised his voice
And told the congregation that they had to make a choice:
They could either let this golden opportunity pass by
Or join with him and show the world his ten-ton pig could fly.
That’s right! He knew exactly how to make the bacon fly!
Make it rise like Pegasus into the D.C. sky.
He said if someone had the knack (he did) it wasn’t hard
To launch into the atmosphere this massive tub of lard.
He passed around his blueprints for the porker’s flapping wings
Made of stainless steel and rusted Marxist mattress springs.
The wings looked truly powerful – and also truly big!
In fact – Obozo did admit -- they weighed more than the pig.
Thus, Obozo did explain:
“Right now this would-be flying pig assuredly is not
Quite large enough for these grand wings -- we’ve got to beef it up – a lot.
The mammoth wings my crew’s designed -- cannot be scaled back.
We must at once put piggy – on gluttony’s fast track!”
“We’ll set him gorging all he wants – all that he can eat!
We’ll turn him loose on all the banks and sic him on Wall Street;
We’ll let him gobble up GM and gnaw small business too,
And for dessert – by God! -- our healthcare ought to do!”
And then Obozo upped his plodding teleprompter pace
And with great conviction made his wing-ed hambone case . . .
And yet the congregation sat and wondered how this clown
Had managed to convince himself this pig could leave the ground.
And it was clear to all that he was starting to get pissed!
And so Obozo from his pulpit shook his shaky fist!
He cursed under his breath that he’d been saddled with buffoons,
And thought “It’s like I’m teaching – physics to baboons”!
“If they could understand just how this flying pig would work
They’d drop their skepticism; their reactions so knee-jerk!”
So he just kept explaining and explaining logically,
And never questioned his belief -- in porcine levity.
He explained it to the heavens – he explained to hell and back
He explained until the cows came home – and then until they hit the sack.
But the congregation didn’t “get it” – and they felt their patience tire
When they realized that he’d been preaching -- solely to the choir!
And marveling at how his flock could be so god damn dumb
Obozo kept explaining till their weary heads were numb . . .
And still the congregation sat -- and wondered how this clown
Had managed to convince himself this pig could leave the ground.
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