Shakespeare would be hardpressed to conceive
The story of the Presidents’ deceits.
Of a telling plot he’d be bereaved
To emphasise the massive self conceit
It’s certainly post modern in its style
The story changes even as he speaks
There is no truth at all just what beguiles
The father of the galleons of leaks
No expert can advise as there are none
Everyone can tweet and will be heard
We are all now equal and we’re done
Most stupid thoughts of humans now are shared
When the experts and the scholars tell
More important is, will stories sell?
How my heart sings 