When Victory Obama wins a fight,
his win is not like any lesser guy’s.
The bums he flattened celebrate all night.
The populace that he was shielding dies.
But to suggest he lost is far from wise.
They tell us he does not know how to lose–
nor is there shame in his triumphant eyes.
He raps away and never sings the blues.
His enemies have yet to get the news,
however: they insist they’re kicking ass.
They occupy Palmyra. Oh, the fuse
is burning, they maintain! I say alas
for them! When they control the Middle East,
that’ll set off Obama’s inner beast….