Good Morning, Mr President

A stressful job; a deranged populace -- or the other way around.

Happy Birthday, Mr President

You're lost in a dream

Never to awaken

Even on the verge of your mind

 

Happy Birthday, Mr President

You exemplify mankind

Never have I dined

With a man so maligned

 

Happy Birthday, Mr President

Today your time you bide

Oblivious to all your people

As into destitution and chaos they slide

 

Aren't we all slowly sinking?

It's a shame you don't change your mind.

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Good Morning, Mr President

Your country is all gone

Swept away by disorder

And the nitrogen bomb

 

As you gaze upon the ruins

that used to be Capital Hill

You realize your country has now ended

Whatever brief history it might've had.

 

And there remains the president

if by that title he can remain

As he stands atop the rubbleheap

that once was the Washington monument

 

In reality, this whole time he was insane

And it is only now that we realize, it wasn't his mind to change.

 

 

Author's Note

*In restoration; final stanzas not yet fully remembered.

Reviews

[X Lula X]

Nice touch at the end! All the way through the reader thinks they are the audience member in a cleverly written satire put on for us to laugh at, only to be b***h slapped with the reality - change is ours to grasp. Great work.