Should Potus Reap a Nobel Sweep...?

Some people – lots! – are saying I should get the Nobel.
(Not many people know this: it's from Sweden. Oh, well…
Obama won for doin' nothin'...him or Michelle.)

Some people tell me, “Sir, that Physics Prize should be yours.

Those time machines you've fashion'd help'd our milit’ry corps
to take foes' airports during revolution'ry wars.”

The Nobel Prize in Chemistry...? It's surely my due.

The “Freedom Gas” I export's proved a bigly beau coup.
Those “Molecules for Freedom” ought to garner me two.) 

The Nobel Prize for Lit’rature...? That crown’s in the bag!

I’ve always had the best words – though I’m not one to brag.
Look! Here’s one racist tweet I typed while wrapp’d in the flag.

The Nobel Prize for Medicine it’s high time I won.

New twitter threads on dodging STDs...? Nearly done.
My cure for bone spurs took some time, but now look: I've none!

The Prize for Economics people say I should get.

Will tariffs on our trading partners crush ‘em? You bet!
(There’s no one in the world knows more than me about debt.)

Hey, Sweden! If you're list'ning, just award me the lot.

Should you refuse, what better clues that Swedes aren't worth squat!
(I may decide to go to war with Sweden... Or not...)