It had to spill, how long, could it hold
Her chalice, of unquenched despair
Interns are, Oval’s centerfold
Paid whores, who lust for, President’s ‘care’!

White house, and its ‘legends’, of debauchery
Kennedys, Clintons, Marilyns, Monicas…
In democracy’s, shrine, sin’s rhapsody
Hegemony, defines, ‘liaisons’ alas!

Forsaken are, those ‘vows’, at last
Unforgiven, yet, those perfidies
An impeached, President, at half mast
Recounts the, cost of, his sin-trophies!

Monica ain’t, that distraught, though
Who makes, a fortune, of her ‘pain’
Still sells, so well, that fellatio –
Her Blue Dress, With His Semen Stain!

© 2018 Vikas Chandra