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First, dispute the undeniable, despite
Embarrassment. Then, claim to know of plots—
Some predecessor’s subterfuge of spite.
No evidence required—just take your shots.
You’ll soar above the petty, trivial fights
If you just peck, and tweet, and use your beak
To comment on the latest TV slights,
The failures of the press (those losers). Weak!
They say that centering yourself is best
For managing the people in your orbit—
Stay centered on yourself. Keep out the rest,
Especially the refugees. That’s it!
And if these measures don’t increase your power,
Just fly away!  Just not to your bugged tower.
—PTL

3

As postered protesters deluge the streets
Left empty by inauguration’s storm,
The presidential press-man argues tweets
That say the crowds weighed in below the norm.
Where once Trump said there was no call to gauge
The size of taxes, hands, or Russian hackers,
He now tweets Nielsen ratings in outrage,
Then flips himself, allowing all protesters.
Cavorting to “My Way” with royal feet,
Then offering a C.I.A. address,
It seems the conflict he most wants to meet
Is not with terrorism but the press.
These days, the size of things is much in doubt,
If statecraft’s larger scale he can’t make out.
—LDS, ERP, PTL

1 (Inauguration Day)

Impossible one day is farce the next,
Till farce by fiction’s force makes real the thought;
Each imp perverse his day will finally get,
And show reality the show shows not.
I watched the TV swear, the people static,
The monuments inspire, the leaders stone.
I saw procedures once thought automatic
Hang on their words, and by their words atone.
I heard, from half the people, angry humor,
Their jokes become a rally, then a cry
Of retribution, gloomy in its glamour,
A gleeful poke, stuck in a neighbor’s eye.
Live? History is also what will laugh
When Saturday, and night, come true at last.

—IC