Home Time For Trump
He slumps in his chair
Looks at the papers
Spread over the desk
It has been a long day.
Walking to the bathroom
He stops to look in the mirror
Smooths his fingers
Through his hair
Shit, another grey hair
Already?!
He's full of cold
And notices a booger
Hanging out his nose.
Quickly, he wipes it
Hoping that no one saw
In the 3 meetings
And 2 interviews today.
Returning from the toilet,
His assistant stops him
"Sir, they need a blue print"
"What for?"
"You know, the wall"
"I aren't an architect"
He turns and walks away
Feeling a little harsh,
'Maybe that was a bit blunt'.
"Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit"
But who cares, he's "hangry"-
'Hungry' and 'angry' apparently.
Mel better have made dinner.
Back in his office,
The businessman sits down
In his big leather chair.
He opens his draw
With his secret stash of twinkies,
Takes 3 out, feels guilty
And puts one back-
This man needs to be careful
He's got appearances to keep up.
He's also got a lot of paperwork
But he's exhausted.
This whole inauguration is tiring.
Licking his Twinkie covered fingers,
Mr Trump grabs his coat,
Walks out of the Whitehouse
And heads home.
He'll think about the wall tomorrow.
Copyright © Emmy Weatherill | Year Posted 2017
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