Very Dreary Christmas

When times look bleak/ With employment so weak/ Computer crashes, malicious hackers, national security leak/ I bite my tongue and dare not speak/ Instead, I reminisce with dear old Dad/ About the eighty-eight blessed years he has had/ But even the old eternal optimist is sad/ We find this a not so festive season/ And Obama is the reason/ Our brash unqualified boy/ Has robbed the season of mirth and joy/ He treats the nation as a toy/ Robs our liberty with every ploy/ We will not bow down to this freedom thief/ Nor ever salute usurper-in-chief.