The Secretary of State is unavailable
powdering her knows
getting ready to meet the Chairman
of the Broads
while
somewhere else
in the bad part of town
an assassin prepares for his shot
swiveling his pistolas
watching reruns of Leave it to Beaver
with his gal
a ragged out floozy named Maude Krupp
aka
The Flower of Andalusia
who operates best
high on hashish, drunk on sangria
Paparazzi say the Secretary
is a chickenshit
hiding in the Ladies Room
At the midnight briefing
asked by hungry reporters, hot dogs
dying in their hands, french fries cold and bland
her press agent smiled oddly and said
"I'm sorry we have no condiments at this time"
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