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A president’s sad ending

Speaks into the empty office he hears an echo which
repeats his words, I´m the president.
His wife lives in New York and the only visitors he gets
are sycophants and from a pale sickly-looking man
who is as deluded as him? 
All rooms are bare, and furniture moved to storage he
sleeps on a sofa in the office takes his meals in there too.
His valet helps him having a bath and change his suit.
The valet is black and has to endure the brunt of his rage about black people not voting for him.
It will all be Ok, Mr President the hapless man, whispers while helping the president to comb his hair.
Outside the police awaits the order to drag the president out
of his big house and his valet has signed a book deal.

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