Mar-a-Lago

Mar-a-Lago

Must be there are so many rooms
No one ever goes into
So many chairs no one sits in
Mirrors in alcoves that can’t remember
The last time they embraced a made-up face
Must be there are so many books
Well not many
No one has read a word of
Books dedicated and signed with a flourish
Brought as gifts and handed off to staff
As soon as they were received
Like Pete Hegseth handing off a new baby
There must be entire regions of rugs
That have only felt the light quick feet of maids
So many bad paintings no one has ever stopped before
Terrible errors of perspective no one has ever noticed
Hung a little crooked
How many windows must there be
That no one or Melania has gazed through
How many fountains no one has flipped a wish into
How many basement bathrooms holding it in
So as not to drown the documents
The emptiness of mansions
The poverty of the rich