For the publicity and the glare.
Ashamed but declaring their innocence…
In expensive and tailor made,
Crisp designer suits.
Someone has stopped these rats from their scurry.
Someone is in a hurry,
To do some smearing.
Quick!
And with a jeering payback.
With a calm and collectedness.
Who is it?
Who has come to get that addressed?
Who among them has that much finesse?
To spot their botched notches…
Hidden behind their puffed up chests.
And make that known!
‘Obama is the man that can! ‘
Could it be the one…
Who is about to mount the throne?
Could it be the one…
Who does not allow,
Any BS condoned?
Could it be the one…
Who has arrived to clean up,
Washington, D.C.
To put a sheen and a gleem once again…
That has chipped away as it is seen,
Peeling off the White House!
‘Obama is the man that can! ‘