Poor Rex. You almost feel sorry for the guy
wounded by the honor conferred on him by
our tweetist president impressed by the Texan’s
chops as a world-class honcho businessman.
What’s more, a man who’s made deals
with Vladimir and his oligarch pals
who convert their pumped-up profits
into prime U.S. real estate. So, hey, let’s
confer a Friendship medal on our pal Rex,
who ranks as America’s most famous Scout,
a rugged fellow who loved Atlas Shrugged,
and who, on a tour that brought him out
of hiding in DC –Turkey first, Europe after–
looked as if the burden of office was too
heavy to bear, especially in light of his clue-
lessness in the unexplored field of diplomacy.
Painful to see him stalk down the line of
assembled ambassadors, granting each
a glare, as if a smile was asking too much
of the jet-lagged, ill-equipped diplomat,
whose expertise lay largely underground.
He could have been a statue pulled on a dolly
for all the warmth he exuded – a cold fish
out of water, doing his good Scout’s duty.
Or, rather, forgetting the Scout’s Oath Duty
Number 2, which urges Scouts to provide
“a cheery smile” to make life easier for others.
But a smile was asking a lot of the dude
at whose heels young Kushner was barking
if not yet nipping – son-in-law of D. J. Trump,
even less equipped than Rex for the Secretary’s job.
Oh, the things you find when you drain a swamp!
