What’s the big deal big wheels in Congress feel
That the president wants to keep hidden?
He knows that we know that he’s prone to steal
And we’ve heard from lots of friends he did in.
Why make people wonder what’s left to know?
Did he commit some crime more audacious
Than those about which he’s been known to crow?
Does anyone doubt that he’s salacious?
His constant stonewalling makes this look big,
So big that the files must have a reveal.
He squeals so loud that he sounds like a pig.
Maybe he fears how some bigwig will squeal.
But what if the reason for this stonewall
Is that he’s afraid they’ll find something small?
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Note about the poem: When journalists get it wrong, literature steps in to clarify. Like nineteenth-century novels, which revealed complex lives behind news headlines, twenty-first-century comedy provides impactful readings of current events. We see in South Park that the president could have sexual intercourse with Satan and engender the Antichrist without angering his followers, but repeated depictions of his tiny genitalia prevent him from engaging in his usual feisty response. He does not want the world talking about that! No, Axios, the president did not make his own fiasco; ‘twas biology that did him in.
“Epstein files become a fiasco of Trump’s own making”