I met a thot from the strange west
Who said -- "Two yuge and virtuous entitlements
Stand in the deficit. . .near them, on the debt,
Half sunk a smuggy brown face dabs, whose smile
And hipness, and twerk of ๐ฅ in the club,
Tell that it's master well those traits used,
Which yet protest, on these whiteless things,
The race that robbed them, the race they robbed,
And on the tax bill, these words appear:
My name is Obama, leech of leeches!
Look on my taxes, ye whitey, and despair!
No cash remains. Round the collective,
Of that retarded plan, fruitless and broke,
The bare and empty streets stretch far away
