Tornado Alley (PROG)

[3Saints]

Obama is my Shepherd; I shall not work.
He maketh me to lie down and watch Oprah:
He leadeth me beside the still factories.
He restoreth my bling:
He leadeth me in the paths of idleness for Barack’s name sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the sharing of the wealth, I will fear no workfare: For thou art funding me;
Thy lies and thy blade, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of people who actually produce;
Thou annointest my teeth with gold;
My pipe runneth over.
Surely rebates and Earned Income Credits shall follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the House of the Obama forever.