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A Political Poem

Drowning in boredom,

And thirsty for exhilaration,

Is how this adventure begins.

A light bulb illuminates

Inside a young girl’s mind

When she sees the White House

On the horizon.

Longing to explore

This grandiose home,

She decides to sneak in

Through a carelessly cracked window.

She’s so short,

In fact she hasn’t got any legs,

So she slithers across the shiny floors,

Evading the line of sight of the tall men dressed in black.

Gazing in sheer admiration

Of the beautiful interior,

She decides this is the home for her,

And whoever is here already has got to go.

She slithers through a door left ajar,

Silent, sneaking, and out of sight.

She sees a man, sitting at a desk towering above her.

The man who called this place his home.

He is the one who must be gone.

He didn’t look like the type

to appreciate the beauty

That graces the spaces of this mansion anyways.

He probably wouldn’t miss it when he’s gone.

“What’s the easiest way to do this?”

She ponders. For she cannot speak English,

And since he won’t understand her,

Using smooth talk to make him leave won’t work.

Taking note of her assets,

Her teeth, venom, and strikingly beautiful,

Mesmerizing eyes

She realizes

What she must do.

She slithers through the shadows of the room,

Around the back of his desk

Where he sits in his regal chair.

She slithers up the back of the chair,

To get on the man’s level,

Sinks her fangs into his neck, and injects

The deadly venom she got from her mother’s side.

After he collapsed to the floor,

She waited in the pitch black corner,

For people to take the dead man’s body

Out of her house.

Once they did,

This magnificent palace was officially hers.

She slid into the newly vacant, regal chair.

The luxurious leather felt

Like tiny angels caressing her body

With the gentleness of swan doves.

“What a great day!” She said with a sigh.

The End
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