This is just wrong

Funny, but...wrong.

The Wreck Of the Edmund Obama

The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the Senator they called ‘Chelsea’s Mommy’
That she, it is said, never gives up her dead
When the skies of November turn gloomy
With a load of Wright rant twenty-six thousand words more
Ah how his mentor of yore made Obama’s words sound empty.
That young man and true was a bone to be chewed
When the gales of November came early.

The man was the pride of the Daily Kos side
Coming back from some mill with John Edwards
As the big politicos go, he was bigger than most
With a crew and a message well seasoned
Concluding some terms with a couple of Rezko firms
So they left fully loaded for Cleveland
At 3 AM one night when the telephone rang
Could Ohio bitter enders leave them reelin’?

You know the tune. Sing along!

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