Fart In A High Wind

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The short story of a Presidential Appointee and his vision for America and his agency.

Submitted: February 08, 2015

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When Presidential appointees arrive

They come

change this,

change that.

Give a speech or two,

a few awards,

claim to save the world, and

Leave.

In the end, their presence

lingers,

like a fart in

high wind.

This guy was different.  He had

ideas,

visions for

tomorrow.

He’d strive to feed

the starving masses,

comfort

the painfully suffering.

He’d Lift up the

impoverished,

give legs

to the crippled,

make the world

a better place.

‘Cause he of all

would boldly go

where others failed. 

So forward we went

risks we took

dollars we

spent.

We taught

yoga to

the terrorized.

Gave bank cards

to the penniless,

cell phones to

the homeless.

Who

lacked fuel, food,

water and

relay towers.

Built magnificent roads

that went all over

before

they fell apart.

So too saved

was the home front brave

a package deal was had.

Money was saved

man hours too,

work was done,

with

Virtual storage space

that didn’t store.

Spreadsheets that

didn’t calculate

Email that

didn’t get there.

Some claim that they

As some folks do

knew

that he was different.

He came,

he went,

his contributions stayed,

farts

in a

crowded

elevator.


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