Rush to Misjudgment

President Obama timid?
In a snobbish manner, rigid?
Too slow to hit the campaign trail
To help his Democrats prevail?
One he wouldn’t told him, Shove it.
True to form he rose above it.
Aloof or even ill at ease?
The answer’s no to all of these.

He’s one tough dude who’s worked like hell,
At times not to a fare-thee-well,
Extending health care best he could.
On purpose, though, misunderstood.
Republicans feigned bafflement
To stir up voter discontent.
The same for curbs on Wall Street greed,
For which their party saw no need.

He might be Harvard Law Review
But Southside organizer, too,
Chicago-bred and Springfield-trained,
He’s also ruggedly campaigned.
Because he hasn’t turned around
A country run into the ground—
By Bush beginning years ago—
In months, should he be judged as slow?

I understand the issue’s jobs
And know how unemployment robs
A nation’s soul, and now its brain.
The negativity’s insane.
It brings a bag of dirty tricks
That fabricates a quick, sick fix.
It makes us jerks before reversed.
Tomorrow I expect the worst.