Obama is my President; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down while I could be working: he leadeth me beside the labor unions.
He restoreth my mortgage with other peoples' money: he leadeth me in the paths of progressiveness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of Wall Street, I will fear no profit: for Obama art with me; his rod and staff they give me the fruit of the labor of others.
Obama preparest a table before me in the presence of those that paid for it: Obama anointest my head with earmarks; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Obama for ever.
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