Sample of Obama’s “poetry”:
Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance . . .
William Blake, eat you heart out.
Opening the door I stepped into
the smoke filled hall
The rancid sweet odor of crack cocaine
filled the air.
A tall shadowy figure hunched over the
golwing coals, Mr. President I said.