Imagine his puffy struggle - the easy part being constantly under pressure from his New York "sponsors" and after it's all said and done... another thousand souls converted from work to welfare...
he comes home,
closes the titanium plated doors,
puts on an old LP ("Indonesian Dreams - Empty Wallets"),
wipes his feet on door mats made from white people's skin and
just as he was about to relax
it's the hippo maid Michelle wanting her part of the presidential deal