Punching Above Your Weight

“You’re punching above your weight,”

Mr. Obama said in my dream.

And I thought well isn’t that great;

Seems I’m always swimming upstream.

But he is the President after all,

So I thanked him for saying so;

Punching above my weight y’all,

In my dream I was all a glow.

‘Twas then though he began punching back,

That big dude way above my weight;

“Whoa man,” I cried. “I’m a lover Barack.”

So I told the President I was late.

Yep, late for a very important date

Like the white rabbit running scared;

Hah, me punching above my weight,

In my dream a hero almost compared.