A Poem for the General

El General como se llama?

My name is Barak Obama.

El Presidente I hope to be,

Before American troops will flee.


Patreus said, “In due time.”

Bush agreed, “Things will be fine.”

“F-I-N-E” Brad Pitt does tell,

“Freaked out, insecure, neurotic, and emotional,” all is not well.


We want our army back at home,

Our economy is picked to the bone.

Henchmen, cronies and private security,

All make for an incongruity.


Make it all end, El General,

So we receive a boost in morale.

Gracias.