The score stood 50 to 46, with but one month more to play.
And then when Maddow died on air, and Cutter did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the donors of the gang.
A moderate few got up to go in long delayed realization. Those who only whined
Clung to that stupidity which springs eternal within the liberal mind;
They thought, if only Obama could get but a whack at Mitt-
We’d put up even money, now, with Obama in his chair.
But Alexrod preceded Obama, as did also Lawrence O’Donnell
And the former was a cuckoo and the latter was a ditz;
So upon that entitlement gathering multitude grimly watched the end of Obamacare,
For there seemed but little chance of Obama filling that empty chair.
And O’Donnell, the much enthralled, tore the cover off his claims of true;
And when the dust had lifted, and the men saw what had occurred,
There was Alexrod safe from facts and O’Donnell quite absurd.
Then from 500 people still watching MSNBC there rose a vapid yell;
It rumbled through the entitlement offices, it rattled like an Embassy being shelled;
It knocked upon the mountain that is Obamacare and recoiled those getting welfare
For Obama, mighty Obama, was advancing to his chair
There was ease in Obama’s manner as he strutted into his place;
There was arrogance in Obama’s bearing and a smirk on Obama’s face.
And when, responding to the cheers, he smugly glared at Mitt,
No stranger in the crowd could doubt ’twas Obama and his bullshit.
Ten million eyes were on him as he showered himself with praise;
Five thousand tongues applauded while the Middle East was ablaze.
Then while the withering moderator let the first question zip,
Defiance gleamed in Obama’s eye, a sneer curled Obama’s lip.
And now fact laden challenger came knowledgably across the stage,
And Obama stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur with nothing to read off a page
Close by the pompous Pres the questions unheeded sped-
“That ain’t my style,” said Obama. “Strike one,” the public said.
From the newsrooms, somber with pundits, there went up muffled squalls,
As if the tingle up Matthews’ leg had turned to a kick in the balls
“Kill him! Kill the Republican!” shouted someone out in Twitter land;
And in deluded fog Obama’s Secret Service did not raise a hand.
(Probably busy looking for coke and hookers in South America).
With a smug look of tyrannical charm great Obama’s message resembled Lenin,
And Joe replace the rising tumult with horror of his laughter and grin,
Barry signaled to the audience, and once more his lies they flew
But public still ignored them, and the polls said, “Strike two.”
“Fraud!” cried Candy, her facts all wrong, and echo of MSM answered fraud;
But one scornful look from Obama and the blind followers were awed.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw his distorted facts strain,
And they knew that Obama wouldn’t let that debate go by again.
The sneer is great from Obama’s lip, his teeth are clenched in hate;
He pounds with cruel violence his fist and his lies he does restate.
And now Romney holds the truth and the public, and now out to vote they go,
And now the myth of Obama is shattered by an economy that is slow.
Oh everywhere in this favored nation the sun is shining bright;
The jobs are returning everywhere, and everywhere hearts are light,
And everywhere people are prosperous, and everywhere Democrats pout;
For there is no joy in the welfare office – mighty Obama has struck out.