Assuming Abu Mazen’s not bluffing about this threat to drop out of politics: I wonder if his departure would cause any regrets for President Obama. I am thinking of something on par with a fellow Chicagoan, R Kelly’s, song about an abused partner who left after one too many violations of trust.

When Abu Mazen’s Fed Up
(to the tune of R Kelly’s ‘When a Woman’s Fed Up’)

I’m standing here looking in the mirror
Saying “damn” to myself
I should have known the day would come
That he would find somebody else
And all the things I took him through
Shit, I shouldn’t have lasted this long
Now I’m at this telephone booth calling Sharon

[1] – Cuz when Abu Mazen’s fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It’s like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it’s too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

Now let’s talk about how it all goes down
I used to make love to you daily
When the night fell the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I could feel your pain
And if I had a dollar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever we would go out
I would front the bill
But now the up is down
And the silence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can’t come around

[1] – Cuz when Abu Mazen’s fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It’s like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it’s too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

La da da da da la la da da
La da da da da la la da da
If you don’t want to find out the hard way
Then listen to this song while the record plays

[1] – Cuz when Abu Mazen’s fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It’s like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it’s too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

You can cry a river
‘Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
But he will always remember
Cuz he’s a leader scorned
And if you ever get him back
It will never be the same
He’s cuttin’ the corners of his eyes
Every time he see your face
Now your trust is out the door
He don’t want you no more
You used to tell your boys, not me
And he would always be there for you
If you had took the time to see
What that man meant to you
Is what the mirror said to me, whoa
He was raised in Syria
Right outside of Damascus
Some of the best cookin’ you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss him
Hey man, if you’re listening
I said I miss you baby

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