Once this land was beautiful
With shining silver springs
The dew-kissed fields'
old harvest yields
Fit both for man or king
But then the sky grew darker
The fields were kissed by flame
O how grand
was once our land
Before Obama came
The forests played a melody
Its fauna harmonized
The sparrow's tweet
so nectar-sweet
A robin would reprise
Now it's all so raucous
The wind sings not my name
Those dulcet tones
soothe not my bones
Not since Obama came
The sun was so much brighter
Water just seemed wetter
A woman's touch
healed twice as much
My pants fit so much better
There was no Justin Bieber
No "Glee" or "Jersey Shore"
On demon's wings
came all these things
With number 44
The world is now so flimsy
So malleable and frayed
The hidden cost
of things we've lost
Might never be repaid
We still had Michael Jackson
Steve Jobs and Neil Armstrong
These men and more
stood strong before
Obama came along
The future's bleak and ominous
Like many futures past
As in them all
we'll surely fall
If we don't do something fast
I may not have the answer
But I do know who to blame
So let's raise cheers
to those great years
Before Obama came
Brandon Mullis pretends to be a writer. While doing this, a number of short stories and poems do accidentally get written. His work has so far only been published in that mythic forest we hear so much about -- the one where no one's around to hear them, so nothing makes a sound. Rejection notices, however... let's just say if they ever become a form of currency, Brandon Mullis will be the 1%.
