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.