Muscle Poems

Fool around?!

Because I have no one calling for help anymore. Whoa is me! But I’ll take heed to this loud silence because I am the one who opts to suffer taking care of other people through worry. Now that I don’t have to, I have nothing to do, like I used to. I have leisure and am trying not to worry. There is a shire in New Orleans. That’s all I have to say about the matter… If anybody asks.

On this day, the President feels better. I gave menu orders to him for the tofu steak and lentils. He is probably adventurous enough and feeling up to kefir and tofu scrambled eggs. I haven’t told him that I am just tempting him because I am a temptress. I have decreed elevensies for the secret shire. Once I am there, I will sustain it well. As well as shedding this part of my burdens.

A Supreme Court case is in the works challenging this hierarchy of officials. Executive misconduct will be challenged. Whatever the ruling is, we will make laws. We’ll be reading checks and balances measures when I get the Cabinet together. They’ll be checked by a new fourth branch of government that is forthcoming. Decisive action and discernment are all I need. I told them they have my will, from the office of the truth.

Some say it’s rhetoric, from a regulatory radical. I offered to make the officials breakfast, maybe lunch, to give them a vacation-y day. I’ll do what I can to make it better. Everyone is cool. So much has already been accomplished. There seems to always be so much that is impossible, but the real impossible has been accomplished. Steadily changing what’s wrong. I need not do any work. For anyone.