The POTUS is my Shepherd,
I am in want.
He maketh me lie down on park benches,
He leadeth me beside still factories,
He disturbeth my soul.
Yea, though I walk through I walk through the valley of recession,
I anticipate no recovery;
For he is with me,
His tax and health plan, they discomfort me.
He prepareth a reduction in my salary in the presence of my enemies
He anointeth my small dividends with great losses.
My expenses runneth over.
Surely unemployment and poverty shall be his legacy
All the days of his term.
And we shall dwell in a land mortgaged to China, forever.
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