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Jul 2018
The president was about to address the people.
One of his staffers was worried.
He said to himself, I hadn’t actually see him prepare.
I saw him watch TV.
He was on the golf course.
The president before him prepared extensively.
Had teams to write out what he would say.
The staffer called out, Mr. President!
Have you been briefed?
The president shook his head and said no.
I would have looked at the briefs.
But there was a movie.
And then it was time for take out.
The staffer shook his head and said, You didn’t go anywhere.
The president retorted, I sent Secret Service.
To get me the Big Mac with the sauce.
Because lately the White House chefs have been slipping.
But enough of that, I have to address this crowd.
Besides, it is like driving north.
As long as you can see the sun you are fine.
And I am good.
The president stepped out into applause.
As the staffer kept hitting his head with his hand.
Saying.
I don’t know if he is the caretaker of the White House.
Or the White House is the caretaker for him!
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Michael Kusi  28/M
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