Pleased with the beauty of his reflection, but concerned about the dark shapes lurking at the edges, President Obama speaks to his mirror.

I know that I’m the cat’s meow
 I know what’s right, and I know how
I’m tempted oft to take a bow
Humilities prevent me
I stride the world disdainfully
And suffer morons painfully
My mirror says most vainfully
‘Twas God that did invent me
I pinch myself that I am me
God in the flesh as all can see
In time when I no longer be
The world will long lament me
And yes the demons dark my soul
My iron will only keeps me whole
I call for fiddler, pipe and bowl
When demons dark dement me