August 16, 2014

The White House

1600 Pennsylvania Avenue

Washington, D.C., 20500

Dude:

You need to grow up, you have treated my  

notes like trifling motes, you’re so contrary.

This leaves us in thrall to those not our pals

leaving off hope of laws sanctuary.

Thus we are left to tough it out and leaves

no doubt of your drooping flaccidity.

But time in the shower might renew your

power, get a grip with alacrity.

Take your problem in hand, strike up the band

Barry’s back with a hand full of lotion.

Head for nirvana, you know you wanna

and Barry: it is all in the motion.

Then there’s Hillary whose been caught on tape

celebrating the rape of a young girl.

The kid’s bloody underwear left her giddy

but the rest of us just wanted to hurl.

Bill and Hillary share an appetite

that delights in their perverted desires,

so children aren’t safe not the merest waif.

Off to jail with you two, time to retire.

And good old Harry and Bob’s truncated

lack won’t do in the sack, what frustration!

So now it’s their lot to be focused on

tots either that or more masturbation.

They claim they were born this way and thus the

babes must pay for their ill fascination.

This leaves one at a loss and more than a

bit cross at this sick raciocination.

Perhaps you agree and would like your own

baby to have and to hold and you know.

Your secrets out Barry, there’s not a doubt

that you’re a flaccidly progressive ho.

Lynn Swartos, Montana