By her entry gate,
She lingered in a white robe
And silk pajamas.
Across the lane, his arms splayed
In a tractor beam of light.
Spurious–mocking us,
Hillary–phony she,
Walking her dimeter,
Sidesteps to take.
Media foddering,
Video tapestry,
Four young lads missing now,
Birthdays–no cake.
Fronting the coffins sad,
Spinning the narrative,
Falsificationese,
Story to fake.
Facing the dais low,
Squirming so righteously,
Griping and whining so,
Truth to forsake.
Planning her monarchy,
Megalomania,
Difference difference
What does it make?
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