Poem: Mr. President
Poem written by Frances in 1998, about President Clinton’s affair with Monica Lewinsky.

Mr. President
Mr. President, you are in a mess, yes, yes.
Yes, you are in a mess.
Mr. President, your love affair was not an accident.
And now your love affair is nothing more than a nightmare.
Oh, yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
Now you are trying to explain that you alone will take the blame.
Oh, yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
You admit you are guilty because what you’ve done is filthy.
So yes, yes, Mr. President, you are in a mess.
What a sad time to be in such a mess, mess, mess, Mr. President.
Frances Buratovich
Auguust 20, 1998
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