Dear President Barack the day is new and bright,
I just finished my taco, and there is no toilet in sight
you preach on hope and responsibility
mean while my insides are killing me
No one holds as much control over destiny as you do
DEAR GOD DO I HAVE TO TAKE A MONSTROUS DOO DOO!!!
I call it The President and The Poo.
I am an artist.
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