TWENTY-TWENTY FORESIGHT
Noble, noble, please be noble, Mr. Horse of a Face.
Your daughters and wife have assured us that you are.
Show us your scars – don’t just talk about them.
Cheerful, upbeat, please be upbeat, Mr. Namby-Pamby Good Ole Boy.
You’ve faced adversity before, you bright upstart of a whip—
I’m counting on you to keep the show going (for the time being).
Doctor, doctor, is there a doctor in the house?
Heal thyself first, please.
Preacher, preacher, sermonize our way—
We promise to clap our hands.
General, will we return your salute?
Dunno.
But you, O Eloquent Young One:
You’ll get my vote, one day.
For Barack Obama.
7/31/04
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