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[Long2Retire]

Obama is my Shepherd; I shall not work.
He maketh me to lie about the green job market:
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my sloth:
He leadeth me in the paths of hyping his self-rightousness for Barrack’s name sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the sharing of the wealth,
I will fear no workforce: For thou art funding me;
Thy welfare and thy food stamp, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of this bad economy;
Thou annoyest my head with oil prices; My crack pipe runneth over.
Surely ungratefulness and poverty shall follow me all
the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the housing of the Obama forever.