Pour you a drink, the country loves you
Take a slow swig, loosen that tie
That Jackie bought you
Do you like me platinum, your personal bombshell
Happy Birthday Mr President
I put on a show for you, Hollywood love,
I'm desirable, you're so powerful
The American couple, you have my vote, my consent
Underground, sneaking to your room
You're so dirty, I'm a stain on your White House
Lets vacation this affair, Palm Springs bound
You've come here before, with another me
But definitely not your dear Jackie
You're my President, rule me like I'm your country
Palm trees, Oval office, your favourite playground
Don't leave me yet, your term's not over
It's you I re-elect.
YOU ARE READING
Beat Poetry
PoetryModern beat poetry, old school Kerouac, classic Lana Del Rey. If Lana Del Rey's music had an affair with Jack Kerouac's work their love child would be my poetry, set against the pop culture of America, the high of Cubano, the Lolita age where the gl...
