Last November
while promoting her new album
Barbra Streisand asked a worthy question
of the Los Angeles Times
“How does the president not have a dog?
He’s the first president in 120 years
that doesn’t have a dog in the White House.”
Last night at a very necessary
self-congratulatory rally in El Paso
Trump responded
“I wouldn’t mind having one, honestly
but I don’t have any time"
then added
presumably rhetorically
"How would I look
walking a dog on the White House lawn?”
Nonetheless
the answer is
"Like a lying asshole with a dog
who gives its owner
the cat-like contempt
that he so richly deserves."
This poem © 2019 Emily Cooper.
