The Obotski Request Admissions of Racism

Oh, my BFF Fabia Sheen, who is an Attorney, told me about these legal things called Requests for Admissions, where one side in a lawsuit gets to ask the other side to Admit or Deny something so that the process can move along faster. Sooo, since I write poetry and she writes all this legal stuff, we wrote the following like it was from the Obotski, who are just convinced that the ONLY reason people don't like Obama is because he is Black and we are just a bunch of racists. OH, do we ever get them back!!! Tee Hee! Tee Hee!

by Squeeky Fromm [Represented and Assisted by her BFF, Fabia Sheen, Esq.]

Unemployment? Ten Percent.
Each Day more get the Sack.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Foreclosuregate? White Collar Fraud?
The Bank now owns your Shack.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Obamacare? Insurance Hikes
Induce a Cardiac.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

The Deficit? Each Day it grows.
An Exponential Track!
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Inflation, DUH? You can’t afford
A Real Meal, just a snack.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

He stole the Nomination,
Like a kleptomaniac.
But Please Admit that you don't like
Obama 'cause he's Black.

Three Wars, so far. We try to guess
The next Place He’ll attack.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Illegal Folk, from Mexico
Cross Borders in a Pack.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Certificates of Birth, Long Form.
There seems to be a lack???
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Gasoline? You’ll never get
To be a Jack Kerouac.
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Transparency? He promised it.
In secret, got a Plaque!
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

MY GOD! The Whole Economy
And Country out of Whack!!!
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Hope and Change and Yes We Can
Got coated with SHELLAC!
But Please Admit that you don’t like
Obama ‘cause he’s Black.

Now Comes, the Defendant, Who,
Admits to just one FACT.
That She DON’T Like Obama.
But it AIN’T because he's Black.

NOTE: Fabia Sheen says "Supra" means "Used in academic or legal texts to refer to someone or something mentioned above or earlier." So its telling the Obotski to look above for the reasons I don't like Obama.

Plus, wiki says Jack Kerouac wrote a novel called "On the Road" in April 1951, and published by Viking Press in 1957. It is a largely autobiographical work that was based on the spontaneous road trips of Kerouac and his friends across mid-century America. Sooo, like with the price of gas being $4.00+, nobody is going toodling around Route 66 today.

Sooo, if you think that we don't like
Obama 'cause he's Black
After reading all of this,
You must be smoking CRACK!!!

Hmm. That is a really good idea. Maybe I can call it:

Get back - Jack Kerouac:
and for the “beats”:

Riding in my Benz out on sixty-six
Ya know I got to fill it up
Or I ain’t getting no Tricks.

And then The Man Comes Out
Says “Don’t fill up that Tank!”
Unless you got about two hundred bucks in the bank!!!

I am stranded! Out on Route 66
I am stranded! I ain’t getting no Tricks!
I am stranded! Out here with these hicks!

Cue “Deliverance Banjos”

Scratch. Scratch.

~~The Devil~~ Obama went down to Georgia.

Events take place immediately after the original song ends.

Obama went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for some cash to steal,

He was in a bind, deficit had him behind, but he wasn't gonna' make a deal,

So when he came upon, Johnny and the devil and their prize,

He jumped up on a hickory stump with greed gleamin' in his eyes,

He said to Satan, "you may not have known, but I'm a lawyer too,

And whether you are willing or not I'll slap a tax on you,

Said that’s a pretty good prize you got so give the gov its due,

I think its mine and know what else I'm takin' it from you",

Then Johnny said, "Obama, that’s a rotten sin, but there's nothing else that I'd expect 'cause you’re the worst there's ever been"

So Johnny pony up your cash and pay them taxes hard,

'cause the gov's broke loose in Georgia and Obama holds the cards,

And if you're lucky all he'll take is your fiddle made of gold,

But he'll more likely just repossess your soul,

Obama opened up his case and he said "I'll sign this here tax-bill",

And fire flew from his fingertips as he lifted up his quill,

And he pulled the pen across the page and it made an evil hiss,

Then a band of congressmen Cadillac-ed up and said "I voted for this",

Obama's in the mountains, run boys, run,

There's a lean on the house of the risin' sun,

G-men in the bank-box, takin' your dough,

"Granny, have a cent left?"

"No, child, no."

The devil and Johnny bowed their heads 'cause they knew that they'd been beat,

they laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Obama's feet,

Obama said, "Devil just come on back if you ever wanna' get taxed again. 'cause I taxed you once , you son of a gun, and I'll tax once again."

Obama's in the mountains, run boys, run,

here's a lean on the house of the risin' sun,

G-men in the bank-box, takin' your dough,

"Granny, have a cent left?"

"No, child, no."

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