escaping the beltway with
a sigh of relief the world's
most powerful man settled back
into the depths of his seat and
contemplated with a sigh
a geometrical future, the
precision of angles, parabolas
and the simple matter
of balls into holes
so much simpler than healthcare
his hand toyed with a drink
and he could taste the
smell of freshly watered turf
hear the soft rattle
of the ball in the cuop
(below par, of course
look at the scorecard, that's
what it says)
anticipate the applause
of his playing partners
getting louder with every great shot
drowning out every other noise
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