You who would be President...
best assay your past
sins.
For when your hat
lands in the ring
the filleting begins.
Far better you tell
everyone
why you are not a
saint.
For they that
fine-tune microscopes
will oft find that
you ain’t.
If morals, logic or
your past
are dappled by your
lies,
you’ll have to answer
them anon…
and pray that they don’t say, “Goodbyes.”
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