Stirred Not Shaken

A female janitor, an undercover whore,
Got smart replacing the president´s hopeful wife,
Just defending the just, crying out for more
Showing partiality to those who steal everything
´Cept foreign heads of state chased in procession.
But none of them had time to even shed a tear
Losing head, rounding out the laughter of an audience´s mess
Caught finally, out with the wrong cliental, wearing orange
She took a bath and asked herself "Who´ll be next?¨
Proceeded to shred the president to pieces in the press
Regained her social dignity, position now vacant
Voted TIME’s man and woman of the year.

The earth’s foundations were stirred but not shaken.

Stirred Not Shaken

hudson

Kingston Heights, New Zealand

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