A little riff on the previous post Daydreams, using essentially the same verse to explain Barack Obama’s foreign policy, or should I say his foreign policy policy.

I’m not a cool magician
He says with modest grin
I work my will with kindness
I stroke them and I win
I have no awesome powers
I have no magic wand
When I look in the mirror
I see the real James Bond
I need not those three wishes
Nor djinn to do my bid
When I appear in public
The folks yell oh you kid
They love me in New Delhi
They love me in St. Paul
I love the way they love me
But I love me most of all