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