Barack Obama came to me, and told me (in a dream):

“I’m gonna rule the planet, be the King!”

I asked him what was different about his new regime –

but he said nothing – not one blasted thing.

I mentioned oil and weather change, and wondered what he’d do,

what forward steps to stop the world’s demise,

he mumbled lots of slogans, stuff that I already knew,

but nothing that would help our ailing skies.

I asked about the forestry, and how to save the trees,

he cleared his throat and said it’s up to God,

then wouldn’t tell his plans for proper harvesting of seas,

but hummed a corporate jingle – rather odd...

I wanted him to promise that he’d put an end to war,

he said okay, but kept his fingers crossed,

I mentioned how the money saved could benefit the poor,

and animals so close to being lost.

I pushed him on pollution, but he simply hummed and hah-ed,

he wavered like a cork upon the tide,

deciding to use all my guns, I played my final card:

“Just when will you be able to decide?”

“I’ll soon be President, my boy, believe me that I care,

for climate change and trees, pollution too,

but there are people out there, all the men that got me there,

and they’re the ones who’ll tell me what to do!"

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