Tuesday, November 22, 2016

At the Boca Club _ new November 2016 poem

At the Boca Club
If you can get up
You can go for a rub
*No one wears any socks
So many in the hot tub
A code for your lock
Look there's the president 
Here at the Boca Club
Why yes he's a VIP resident 
He was grandfathered in
There's no final word
The White House begins 
Like a senator in session 
That's better for his dementia
To continue to serve
Learn to forget 
The President likes to bet
That's how he won
He knew the odds
But can't predict 
The model has been broken 
All the computers hacked
They're trying to hack a mind
Trouble for the whacking find
We advise don't be like Dick
Here at the Boca Club
It's our members that matter
So whatever you shatter 
Does split together time
We smoke & drink unlike the dud
It's something we do for Old Mum

Written November 22, 2016
7:28 a.m.

*Inspired by @DonnyDeutsch master marketer & brander on Morning Joe

Good wishes,

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