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The White House Staff & Boys’ Choir
Gas-station shades, and identification
Dangling from their necks like nooses at rest
Ganymedes hoping to be noticed today
Dancing attendance upon the Throne of Games
Castrati commanded to tune their throats
Each secretly fearing he will be next
To be stripped of all for that walk of shame
Passes and pass codes passed on to others
Little Ken dolls flung about in childish glee,
While decorative generals nod and agree
(A lapse - I almost always object to poetry employed to express thoughts on politics. Mea culpa...)
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