Fake Poetry

"I'm not trying to suck my own cock,"
He pointed out. Perhaps, but
Who among us is?
The impetus for his emphasis
In denial seemed questionable.
 

"I can't afford to be a sycophant to you,"
He spat across the room,
In a tone that was more telling than before.
Met with silence, he'd hope to hear later,
From a little bird, that he was safe.
 

"Act like you've been there before,"
He implored to no one in particular;
The following silence would seem indicative
That me might finally be heeded,
Valued, part of a burgeoning relationship.
 

"I'm in no trouble,"
He transparently spouted
Multiple times, so we would understand
The confidence of his position.
Alas...
 

"A great day at the White House!"
Doesn't constitute the same thing
For everyone.
He had no comment on the matter;
Perhaps he had choked on his words.
 
 
 
 
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