The Rat Was In the White House

The rat was in the White House.

Vile,
Diseased,
Infested,
Vermin.

And yet for all that
There was also
Something exotic,
Challenging every preconception,
And sometimes that
Provokes
Inspiration,
Shaking loose
The doldrums,
The humdrum,
The routine.

It was an interesting four years.

And it will be
For many years
To come.

History won’t soon
Forget.

Although,
You know,
Stranger things
Have happened.

Comments

  1. Kate LarkindaleFebruary 14, 2021 at 8:56 AM

    It has certainly been entertaining, the last four years, but I don't think governance is really meant to be entertaining. People need to remember that.

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    1. Tony LaplumeFebruary 14, 2021 at 1:34 PM

      There were people who viewed those years as morbid entertainment. They spent a demonstrably inordinate amount of time obsessed with it, and they’ve already cooled off. Such is life, I suppose.

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