Melania Poem, 3 of 5 (by Mitch Sisskind)

What boots it Melania to resist
My White House invitation —
A husband’s heartfelt call
To reside beside him there
Or, if need it be, a President’s
Sharp command: Goddamn it,
You’re not in Ljubijana now,
Melania! You belong in DC
With me, doll, not lazing around  
the Tower, little lunches, spa,
And of course Barron this and
Barron that. Look at Ivanka.
We’re close but I don’t worship
Every square inch of her body.

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