Hillary Clinton’s recent tweet led me to reflect and write some words:
My beautiful creation so beautifully formed
Perfect in every respect
Languid and limp
He casts a loving eye on his master
who sits back, cracks his knuckles
A benevolent smile, he chuckles
The puppet stirs, runs his fingers
Comb like, through his thinning hair
A shallow smile, don’t I look great
A little twist and shimmy
The strings are tightening
Time to warm up and come out fighting
A sad tale of dirty money and debt
Authorities incompetent and inept
Peep shows, porn-stars and pimps
Poisoned post-truths and bloated blimps
The audience looks on dumbstruck and mute
Distracted by the piper’s seductive flute
Walls of delusion
Mired in swamps of collusion
It’s just fake news folks
Don’t believe a word they say
Slight of hand deceitful distractions
Contortions and contractions
He whispers from behind the curtain
Tell them, “make us great again“
Make them hollow promises
Look like you actually care
Shed a tear, like a sad-faced clown
Wash away their silly fears, then double down
The strings swivel and harden
Offer them platitudes and a pardon
It’s performance time!
Stiffly he pivots, snuffles and sniffs
Stands erect and spins and swivels
Holds his breath, inhales and snivels
Right hand out he gestures
Watch my lips carefully
Don’t over-analyse or reflect
The art of the deal is very simple
I promise you I am the real deal
You just follow and come to heel
“Stop“ the master snarls
Enough of these distractions
I’m in charge, not you!
Just dance and keep your mouth shut
I’ve paid the piper and I decide what he plays
When he opens his mouth and what he says
A petulant, sullen pout
Downcast eyes he looks about
Inflamed, the audience egg him on
Come on maestro, do your very best
Give us a decent show
Display how low you can go
The cubicle quivers, the strings twitch
The spectacle continues, on and on
The audience stares in growing disbelief
Exhausted, disenchanted and perplexed
A deep chuckle, you deluded fools
Who promised to stick to the rules
The people slowly drift away
The puppet master yawns and sighs
My work is done, there’s nothing more to do
He stands up and smiles
As they say, every dog has his day
he spits on the stage and walks away
