Baked Potato of the Evening

Baked Potato of the Evening
by Robert O. Adair

Though the DOW plummets,
while Obamataxes grow,
inflation climbs the summit
and my capital is low.

Though the world be awaning,
and love puts out to sea,
on my parade it is a-raining
and my life is misery.

Baked potato of the evening,
how beautiful to see.
Drenched with sinful, golden butter,
how you fill my heart with glee.
The taste is just so utter,
I dissolve in ecstasy!

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