My Poetry Muse

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Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Mr President

A swagger so tight, and oh so fine

A smile so charming it will blow your mind

A demeanor so sweet and so divine

A power so subtle, it’s like a fine wine

A layup so smooth and a defense so swift

A strategy so profound the opponents are miffed

They call him, Mr. President

If you are ruthless enough, you may cut his lip

And cause him to pause, but he will never trip

Because he’s cool, he’s calm, he’s collected

Always on time, with a strong foundation

That’s never far behind. He built it that way.

He is the rock, upon which they stand,

They are his supporters, forever raising their hands

To cheer him on to the promise land

Because the “Dream” has become reality

And United We Stand, Divided We Will Fall

Take heed my brother and answer the call!

They call him Mr. President

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