The Presidents Penis

The President's Penis
After The Pope's Penis by Sharon Olds

It rests shallow in his trousers, a flaccid
noodle on the end of a fork.
It cowers when he cowers, a scared boy in a room of old men, the balls
shriveled in the gloom and the cold -- and in the morning, when his eyes awaken, it stands at attention
and salutes its Commander and Chief

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