Obama Wont Mama

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.

'Don't wanna.
I don't wanna.
Don't wanna...
Or gonna! '

Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.

'Don't wanna.
I don't wanna.
Don't wanna...
Or gonna! '

Obama wont mama no ship,
With folks on it lazy.
He's already warned there'll be some changes made.
It you think he'll let you sit,
You're crazy.
He's gonna make discipline stick quick.
If you don't believe it...
You'll believe it when you sweep up your ssshhhh...
Itsy bits.

With sweat and elbows greased to mix.
You wont have time for bitterness.

'Don't wanna.
I don't wanna.
Don't wanna...
Or gonna! '

Ooooohhhh!

Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.

'Don't wanna.
I don't wanna.
Don't wanna...
Or gonna! '

Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.

Change, real change you can believe.
You might as well roll up your sleeves...
Hand a dustpan to those sleeping.

Obama wont mama no ship,
With folks on it lazy.
He's already warned there'll be some changes made.
It you think he'll let you sit,
You're crazy.
He's gonna make discipline stick quick.
If you don't believe it...
You'll believe it when you sweep up your ssshhhh...
Itsy bits.

Take that scrub brush,
And that mop.
Start from the corners...
And clean this mess up, baby.

'Don't wanna.
I don't wanna.
Don't wanna...
Or gonna! '

'WE CAN...'
And,
You will!

Comments about Obama Wont Mama

great rhyming... I love the ending in this one WE CAN AND YOU WILL... Nicely put... Great work Krista


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