President Obama reminds us daily of the sanctity of his values. So valuable are Obama’s values that he has created a special Cabinet position to keep them secure from enemy hands. A frightening job, for it calls for unalloyed obedience and obeisance to Obama. To deviate is deviance, and that cannot be tolerated. But the holder of this Cabinet position does not sit at the big table in the White House conference room. No, the holder of this position sits deep in the bowels of the Obama White House, below the swimming pool where frolic the ghosts of JFK and Fiddle and Faddle. He may be found on any day, sitting in the darkness, a solitary figure, The Keeper Of The Values.

In darkness deep, behind the stone

Lined door that leads to what

In former times would have been called

A corridor whose shut

And moldering doors are fairly lined

In rectangles of rust

With signs brief lit in flickered light

In Naught but O we trust

The Keeper, bent and frail he is

Works steady at his task

Of shining values with a cloth

Yet pausing now to ask

What are the values of this man?

Has he a core belief?

Has anything he’s said or done

Stood out in stark relief

To show he has the inner strength

To lead in crisis times

Or faith to face down wickedness

And punish tyrant’s crimes?

He doubted now his very work

He doubted Hussein’s heart

And doubting, heard the footsteps fall

And heard the heavens part

As down the corridor it came

To punish doubter’s sin

The screaming Keeper watched the door

Slam shut and lock him in