#2: Lies My Presidents Told Me

In keeping with the April Fools theme, and in a sideways response to today’s prompt on the National Poetry Writing Month website, I offer poem number two for your consideration:

Lies My Presidents Told Me

I did not sleep with that woman,
while, technically a lie,
can also be seen as the truth, as it
depends on our understanding
of the euphemism of “sleep”
and our willingness to
simultaneously take the claim
literally, to understand both
that sex did not occur,
(after all a cigar is just a cigar)
and that there were
absolutely no naps taken
together.  Here was
an artful dodger.

On the other hand:
We know there are weapons of mass destruction
and now we must go to war.
A different stripe of lie,
altogether different,
in that, beyond the loss
of pride or honor, the
embarrassment, or the
unpleasant but necessary
removal of the intern from her post,
this weapons lie killed and continues to kill
and there is no way
any thinking person can
make it true.

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