Funny fantasy--a political poem.
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A Poem by the Presidents' twin:
Gertrude Bush Rockefeller, Spielberg, Sure-Good, Lucas, North, Disney, Allah OOngg Wonga

Raised lonely, shy, my chest inverted …
Doc said, "It's never flopping back."
Hence I sleep upon my belly—
nothing to be flattened … just fat!
A hand in a bush is nothing to shuuush.
If you've got money,
come cuddle, Honey!
Coming feet first, feet turned around.
(It's the truth that I'm half-backwards!)
Both of my knees turn and swivel …
gymnastically inclined, earned awards!
In your hand … no shrub, come eat vittles, grub.
P.M.'s in the tub
and I promised to scrub.
My brother, George, says I engorge
but do know that he does it too.
Whatever he tells you, Darling,
he's just agreeing with me, you!
Millionaires let's band, oil is going up!
We've pockets to line,
caviar to sup!
I'd be out with George campaigning
but of my words … he's complaining.
Well! Husband seven is in oil
so our money's never-ending.
A hand in a bush is nothing to shuuush.
If you've got money,
come cuddle, Honey.
Our resemblance is uncanny
though I'm too warped to give a dang.
George said I shattered their crystal
Inauguration, when I sang.
Good bushes aren't cheap, but we do NOT peep,
about our dealings
but, still, man … we sleep!
George is generous to others
though he will not give me a cent.
Which candidate gets my support?

I have to say, 'I've no comment!"