Colonoscopy Sonnet

On the news tonight, a presidential
colonoscopy — a tale of   how
for three whole hours the chief  exec of   trouble
handed trouble to his vice (although
no double trouble came), but then no more
details revealed: no bacterial armies
multiplying in a flare of  war
among kingly polyps & no kinky creases.

Welcome to the presidential gut,
bubble gum pink, not a spot of  shit
(after a quick administrative cleanout)
where global decisions stir & sit in state,
       and the first physician’s mighty pointer traces
       only microdrops of   blood in secret places.

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