He
keeps waking up
into
that nightmare
you
know the one
he’s
President
people
pester him with problems
swarm
like flies at a picnic
and
no matter how many he swats
they
keep coming
then he realizes
then he realizes
he’s
not wearing pants
starts
up in a cold sweat
“Whew!
Just a dream”
...
“Mr.
President?”
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