I tighten my Whig whilst
“I love you” slips gentle from my lips…
but not to worry, ‘tis just for fun –
I tuck the things you’d rather I not say
deep inside a metaphor
just ambiguous enough
to keep safe all my secrets
from ears not wont to hear
and toss it aloft from my perch
here on the veranda just off the West Wing.
Oh! Such fun we’ll have!
Breaking the public trust
for the public’s own good
(and to line our own pockets!) –
like Robin Hood, only without scruples
and more bad ass –
so hang on tight to your hat, son,
the West (Wing) was won
with a spit and a prayer
and there’s no room for losers or pussies.
Here we come, like it or not
and we’re hot-to-trot;
much too hot for you to handle –
just keep afoot of the scandals
and we’ll call the whole thing square
cuz fair enough’s fair
and I’m nothing if not bigly,
reaching a hand down from the high road
to help a brother out
(when it doesn’t cost me anything).
© The Poet Darkling