Obama Swirled

to stroll tomorrow's plastic streets that glow at night from sunshine To wander through the antique malls That sold their wares to carry To sit a commutator out upon the fastest rail and watch the wondrous ways of youth slip to and fro on wolly wogs as if they wear a tail The grab hold ways of old and frail Ride way beyond their pale The swinging sways of counter plays Remind me of a time When by myself in younger days I'd ride from time to time Sipping coolies swapping lies With rackers paying for crime For in this city world of mist There's nothing passed that isn't missed By floating glass of Eyes Tho once or twice in younger lives A few were found to blink It's all so taken care of now So no child has to think