With veins thirsty for the absurd
I bring you Barry and Mimi
After a fabulous flip-flop
On the floor of the Oval Office
Bumped fists melt into a Harvard grasp
Coal skin blends with White House décor
Exit the donkey, enters the puffed Cadillac
Barry in three piece dark blue suit
With tie, hat, walking stick and umbrella
Speaks through his stretched nose
About tomorrow that passed.
Mimi in conservative skirt- suit,
White gloves, arm purse
Her long straight hair descending
She spends her patriotic days
Selecting china, reviewing menus
Dreaming about asparagus soup.
On the East Wing deck
Star-spangled flag for wall paper
Constitution pages as ceiling board
Washington priests as door mats
Lincoln’s face on pillowcases
Apple pie for side dishes
A saluting eagle for daughters’ pet.
End this brouhaha
And do what then?
Watch real McCain drool?