Mad Cow fears goblins and goo
Paper that sticks to his shoe
He fears women in his face
But most of all a man with grace
A Black man makes him very blue.
Mad Cow has gnats on his brain
His head is a runaway train
What gets him off track
To the back of the pack
Is a President parked in his lane.
Mad Cow plans his cliff-side grin
A reminder of his final win
But Obama enters an empty head
Living rent-free, nothing said
Synapses smolder in the garbage bin.
Mad Cow wants the Rushmore look
Something that might be in a book
The more he looks, the more he sees
Obama in the nighttime trees
The King eclipses the lowly rook.