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 ****, 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.