In Which Kouba Channels Freddie Mercury

This has to be the funniest thing I have read in ages.

Is this the real life? I’m everyone’s fantasy!
Hoping for an electoral landslide, I’ve escaped from reality
Open your eyes, Look up to the clouds (from whence I’ll come again) and see,
I’m just a poor boy, I bask in sympathy
Because I’m easy come, never let anything go, Polls are a little high, little low
Any way the wind blows, all that really matters is me, is me

Obama, just healed a man, Put a hand against his head
Spake a word, now he’s not dead
Obama, life is just beginning
And Billary nearly gone and thrown it all away
Obama, ooh, Didn’t mean to make you cry
After New Hampshire there was nearly no tomorrow
But he carried on, carried on because only one thing really matters

You simply must read the rest. It is bound to be a classic!