Obama's Disgusting Poem, "POP"

If you've never read Obama's poem called "Pop" you may want to drink some Pepto-Bismol beforehand.

Because "Pop" is nothing but a pornographic ode to pedophilia. It describes a sexual act between a young boy and an old, fat, sweaty alcoholic man. That man is Franklin Marshall Davis (communist, pornographer, pedophile and possibly Obama's real father)

Obama wrote "POP" in High School and it is now celebrated by liberals everywhere as a 'masterpiece'. (barf!!!! more Pepto please!!)

Hold your nose and check it out. if you dare....

Sitting in his seat, a seat broad and broken
In, sprinkled with ashes,
Pop switches channels, takes another
Shot of Seagrams, neat, and asks
(neat=straight whiskey)
What to do with me, a green young man
Who fails to consider the
Flim and flam of the world, since
Things have been easy for me;
I stare hard at his face, a stare
That deflects off his brow;
I'm sure he's unaware of his
Dark, watery eyes, that
Glance in different directions,
And his slow, unwelcome twitches,
Fail to pass.
I listen, nod,
Listen, open, till I cling to his pale,
Beige T-shirt, yelling,
Yelling in his ears, that hang
With heavy lobes, but he's still telling
His joke, so I ask why
He's so unhappy, to which he replies . . .
But I don't care anymore, cause
He took too damn long, and from
Under my seat, I pull out the
Mirror I've been saving; I'm laughing,
(mirror for a line of cocaine?)
Laughing loud, the blood rushing from his face
To mine, as he grows small,
A spot in my brain, something
That may be squeezed out, like a
Watermelon seed between
Two fingers.
Pop takes another shot, neat,
Points out the same amber
Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine and
Makes me smell his smell, coming
From me; he switches channels, recites an old poem
He wrote before his mother died,
Stands, shouts, and asks
For a hug, as I shink, my
("shink" can mean in urban slang to become awkward.)
Arms barely reaching around
His thick, oily neck, and his broad back; 'cause
I see my face, framed within
Pop's black-framed glasses
And know he's laughing too.

-- Barack Obama

Categories: Politics, Poetry Review

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