I spent an hour with Mr. O, who explained the Union's state,
I have to say he sounded good, the country really great.
He made some jokes and talked with gut, didn't hide the pain,
And made you feel that he's a man who knows about hard rain.
Hard rain for old and young and mid, for workers, gays and straights,
For folks whose jobs just come and go, or student U-loan rates.
Future pains he understood, especially pension trouble,
For those unlucky sacked mid-stream or hit by Wall Street bubble.
Been years since someone spoke this way, with words so clean and calm,
For many troubled 'bout our nation, his words were sure a balm.
Yet he's the man of most contrast in century twenty-one,
Called quite right a saint, a Bush, or corporate hired gun.