Early Obama Poem Shows Davis's Hand

[Geee]

American Thinker:



Many thanks to my correspondent, "Mr. Southwest," for surfacing an early and revealing Obama poem that I had heretofore not seen.

The unnamed poem, which I will call "Forgotten," was unearthed for a lengthy March 2008 article in Vanity Fair by the magazine's national editor Todd Purdum. It reads as follows:

I saw an old, forgotten man

On an old, forgotten road.

Staggering and numb under the glare of the

Spotlight. His eyes, so dull and grey,

Slide from right to left, to right,

Looking for his life, misplaced in a

Shallow, muddy gutter long ago.

I am found, instead.

Seeking a hiding place, the night seals us together.

A transient spark lights his face, and in my honor,

He pulls out forgotten dignity from under his flaking coat,

And walks a straight line along the crooked world.

When Purdum mentioned the poem to Obama in 2008, he told Purdum he had no memory of it. (By contrast, I can still recite the poem that won a class contest when I was a freshman in high school.) After Purdum read the poem to Obama, he said, "That's not bad. I wrote that in high school?"

[Pepper]

Geee!

 

Thanks. Great find.

 

From a comment at the end

 

Slowly, step by step, the fraud comes apart. Can not wait to read your book. Keep up the good work Dr. Cashill.

 

 

CC:

 

Rheo

Pollyannaish

Evad

Chickadee

RIghtheousmomma

[Rheo]

Interesting. Is it just me or does this sound really sick and twisted?

 

Pop takes another shot, neat,

 

Points out the same amber

 

Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine, and

 

Makes me smell his smell, coming

 

From me ...

[Geee]

This is not only sick and twisted-but this guy is leader of the free world. Scary.

[nickydog]

Interesting. Is it just me or does this sound really sick and twisted?

 

Pop takes another shot, neat,

 

Points out the same amber

 

Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine, and

 

Makes me smell his smell, coming

 

From me ...

It totally freaks me out.

[Al_Simmons]

Interesting. Is it just me or does this sound really sick and twisted?

 

Pop takes another shot, neat,

 

Points out the same amber

 

Stain on his shorts that I've got on mine, and

 

Makes me smell his smell, coming

 

From me ...

It totally freaks me out.

 

 

I have always thought that the old communist Davis must have been a tobacco chewer.

 

The other alternatives I do not even want to think about.