An Observer of Life in Bad Poetry

The cold wind blew the clouds past the moon bathing the landscape in an eerie misty haze

The laboratory buried deep beneath the Demokratische Schloss was lit by the flame from the torches and a bluish glow from the cathode rays

Doktor Obama was putting the finishing touches on his proudest creation

For there on his table lay the work of the last three years, the creature that would make him the undisputed ruler after the historical migration

His path to this moment had been slow and pitted with adversity

Knowing unlimited accomplishments were on the horizon his formula for success depended on his definition of diversity

Make Americans ashamed of their successes and tear down individual achievement in schools

Celebrate mental illness and lawlessness through music, judgements, and treat Americans as fools

Then pipe this this nonsense through the airwaves until the citizens begin to drink the kool aid

Show the TV ads, promote socialist media figures, and censor freedom of thought through this nonstop leftist crusade

Starting slowly this vile doctor first created his mate. Sending Igor out to rob the graveyard he realized the mistake only after he flipped the switch for the life giving charge

Igor had slipped into the cemetery and stolen the body of a recently deceased linebacker leaving Dr Obama with a mate that is quite large

Passing this creature as female was quite easy. The press fawned over every staged joyous occasion

And thereby gauging the acceptance of oblivious Americans, the doctor prepared for the invasion

His next project short circuited too early to complete his vision

His hand built robot had a putrid brain and his incoherent speeches and stumbling gave the appearence of disease stricken

It turns out Igor bought the parts needed for this obsessive phobic from a caretaker at the local asylum

Skimming off the top, Igor found a box labeled “discontinued senile parts” so he’d bought some

This mumbling angry creature had come to a stop four years before its expiration date

So the evil doctor rather than recharge pulled the plug after the first debate

In a hurry to complete his own utopia, Dr Obama immediately pulled out a beta version of a creature that had never worked and no one liked

And by manipulating the vacuous press suddenly everyone surrounding the doctor was instantly psyched

Once brought back to life after Obama pushed the switch marked Revive, a cry was heard, “it lives!”

And in response the creature made a strange cackling sound and replied “to all the illegal migrants, trannys needing surgery, and weapons for Ukranine, we’ll make sure America gives”