In The White House
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jazzy_daveIn the White House
by Jazzy D
A king in the White House, crowned by night,
Walks quiet rooms of polished white.
Guards march past, their eyes half-blind,
His velvet steps no grown ears find.
He’s inked in margins, soft and thin,
A secret only daydreams spin.
Nobody sees, nobody knows
Except one child by the window rose.
She giggles, points, “Your Majesty,”
While portraits hang and flags hang free.
To all the world, the throne sits bare
But she eats a cookie and sets a chair.
by Jazzy D
A king in the White House, crowned by night,
Walks quiet rooms of polished white.
Guards march past, their eyes half-blind,
His velvet steps no grown ears find.
He’s inked in margins, soft and thin,
A secret only daydreams spin.
Nobody sees, nobody knows
Except one child by the window rose.
She giggles, points, “Your Majesty,”
While portraits hang and flags hang free.
To all the world, the throne sits bare
But she eats a cookie and sets a chair.
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