Revised Reality Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Updating to simplify,
A revised reality...
Complying to satisfy wishes,
Of a guarantee to promise...
Those with lifetime memberships
To keep entitlements deluded,
Kept untouched and left intact.
Will be a magic act performed.
And difficult,
To pull out of a hat.
When eyes are wide and minds,
Distracted...
By what is seen,
Slowly descending from the sky.
And in broad daylight.
With no attempt to disguise,
As a weather balloon.

'Sir? Uhmmm...
There seems to be,
Either a representative...
Or spokesman for immigrants.
That could be refugees.
Perhaps, illegal aliens?
STRANGERS! Yes! Strangers,
Demanding a larger,
And wider parking space...
To...uh...
You should see this...'thing'.
To say it's hundreds of feet,
Long. And seats...
Thousands of people waving,
From its windows.
Is not an exagger...'

-I don't know why,
Everybody expects me...
To be the fix it king.
Just because I sit on a throne.
And wear mink slippers.
Cut me 'some' slack!
Geesshhh.
I'm just your average,
Think I know everything guy.
That's all.
If their in one of those,
Stretch limousines...
With faked gold rims.
Tell whoever they sent in here,
To park it across the street.
And I'll ask the police,
Not to do any profiling.
That's the last thing 'today',
I need to be accused of.
Especially when,
I'm trying to push forward...
My new executive order,
That revises the last one...
Those idiots disapproved,
Because some old women...
Became offended,
When I referred to them...
As aging sunset maidens.-