Poet Laureate Obama?

Damn, how did I miss these items:

President-elect Obama's second poem, "Underground," is more exotic and obscure:

 "Underground"

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,
Tumble in the
Rushing water,
Musty, wet pelts
Glistening in the blue.

Ouch! Man everyone's a critic.

Bloom feels that "Underground" is the better of Obama's two poems, reminiscent of some of D. H. Lawrence's poetry: “I think it is about some sense of chthonic forces, just as Lawrence frequently is—some sense, not wholly articulated, of something below, trying to break through.” [2]

While President-elect Obama's poetry displays some signs of talent, by choosing politics over poetry he made, like the other poetry-writing presidents before him, the right career choice.

Comments

[G. Orwell]

Ode to the RNC

One little piggy cursed and lamented his fate.
All packed with his brothers in a loathsome state.
He hatched a plan for escape by the pigpen gate.
Conditions dictated his getaway would have to wait.
Obama said, “You are not fat enough for my plate!”
While corpulence is indeed a piggy trait,
One must not underestimate piggy’s brain of weight.
Little piggy cursed and snuffled, “I’ll not be butcher’s bait!
We all must collect our might before it is too late!
Come, comrade piggies, let us plot and pick a date.”
They snorted, kicked, and farted so - such anger would not abate.
The piggies stormed, stomping hooves ‘gainst the protective grate.
Their combined desire for liberation nary a force one could rate.
They escaped! Oh marry me to freedom! My future is surely great!

Oh joy! Oh oink! We have seen the last of pork-chop Hell.
We fart fanfaronades of glee to banty rooster marsa, Rahm Emanuel.

[Philip McDaniel]

Hmm...better than Obama's at any rate.

[Jake]

That's really clever. Did you write it, Dan?