Buy Me A CoffeePresidential
When you finish reading this poem,
you’ll remember only
the Black Forest Gateaux
I bought you once.
I had no option but to vote for
that tax on women’s shoes
but greatly admired the fight you put up against it;
have kept all the press cuttings,
especially those that took care not to mention me.
As you, me, and the mirror know
I’ve always been a great
pro-choice advocate;
that’s why I spent thirty years
never mentioning the issue.
When I stop talking
all you’ll remember is
the Black Forest Gateaux
I bought you once.
When I signed this bill to keep
what we did to the children secret,
you, me, and my bodyguards know
how vehemently I’m against it.
Trick is: what to remember
and what not,
because of a Black Forest Gateaux
I ordered you once.
The history books are littered with
shit I voted for but was against
in the restaurant afterwards,
as I eyed the Black Forest Gateaux
and thought of you.
And as I explain at length in my book
‘The Art of Statecraft’,
when the Fourth World War descends
and the division bell rings,
I’ll have no alternative but to leap up –
with nothing in my heart but peace –
and, at best, abstain.
As you’re vapourised
you’ll remember nothing
but the Black Forest Gateaux
I fed you once.
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