My fellow Americans, my thinking's not clear.
Try not to believe, what you won't hear.
I'm on a power trip, they won't let me ask why.
Obama's controlling me, that's why I lie.
He pulls my strings I'm just a performer.
I feel lost, I couldn't feel mas forlorner.
They've put an implant, inside my head.
I get a shock if I don't say what I read.
The voice is familiar, I'm sure it's Obama's.
It's just like his kind of BS and drama.
I'm not destroying the country, I follow orders.
That' why I do nothing to shut down the border.
I just sit in my basement, I wait for their call.
 They then rush me out here to lie to you all.
My dogs got me pegged, they think I'm a fool.
They watch me hungrily, sometimes they drool.
I hear barrack screaming inside my head.
Barrack isn't happy with what I just said.
I must exit stage left, no questions today.
Barrack says, drop the mike and shuffle away.
Barrack takes pride in his sick sense of humor.
His voice in my head is I'm sure, a cancerous tumor.
D.L. Crockett -- 12/27/20212