Iowahawk‘s latest and one of his greatest.
Speak to me, O Muse, of this resourceful man
who strides so boldly upon the golden shrine of Potomac,
Between Ionic plywood columns, to the kleig light altar.
Fair Obamacles, favored of the gods, ascends to Olympus
Amidst lusty tributes and the strumming lyres of Media;
Their mounted skyboxes echo with the singing of his name
While Olbermos and Mattheus in their greasy togas wrassle
For first honor of basking in their heroâ€™s reflected glory.
Who is this man, so bronzed in countenance,
So skilled of TelePrompter, clean and articulate
whose ears like a stately urnâ€™s protrude?
So now, daughter of Zeus, tell us his story.
And just the Cliff Notes if you donâ€™t mind,
We donâ€™t have all day.
Read the whole thing.