The president loiters between columns
Wearing a suit that holds to no one color,
His policies banding his head like rotting fruit
And the whole world contained in his one good ear.Elsewhere Philomena is learning ballet.
See her now plié and hear the crack of a rifle
That sends a bullet between her parted legs.Oh life that was supposed to be with us evermore.
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