it's tough
moving out of the white house
after
only one
term.
you've had the rooms painted,
the pictures
hung,
your own portrait
is not quite ready.
the artist
is having trouble with the eyes
because
of squinting.
was that chair mine, or
Abe Lincoln's, i don't remember.
and that cushion,
did Mary Washington sew
that and put
it on the sofa,
saying home sweet home,
with an eagle on the back,
or was that the work
of Jill at Rehoboth Beach
when she took
that cross stitching class?
will
i have to get a new Advantage
plan
to supplement
my Medicare,
what about,
my masseuse, my pool, my
cooks
and maids. my doctor.
you mean i can't take them
with me?
can i at least keep the plane?
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