The 27th day of NaPoWriMo/GloPoWriMo 2020, has the optional prompt of writing a poetic review of something not often reviewed.
Disinfected Press Briefing by Michael Doyle Even though there by sincere invitation Very few of them had whatsoever any inclination To be fair or anything close to objective As though reporting made than an elective Playing word twist with every word said Playing dice with then numbers of the dead Each of these wanting to play a game of catch Knowing the price gotcha can sometimes fetch Played with a president who digs his holes While the press corps pops up like moles Knowing that he'll just keep on swinging At the mischaracterizations they're bringing With the economy and confidence on ventilation The President carries on before the nation Trying to instill the will for people to survive Knowing the risks of an economy that must revive President Trump has become COVID-19's tragic face When he should have left this for experts to embrace Trying his best to let the people know he's trying But the press knows they're better off with lying And the president, he fails to see or recognize That despite the truth of intention in his eyes That the hours long conferences are being dissected For any misspeaking or error to be falsely connected While firms are exploring the option of ultraviolet Injections for this fight, the press is petulant Insisting that the president means to ingest Lysol So that they have these bones on which gnaw President Trump does himself and the nation disservice By insisting it was sarcasm and making people nervous When any disinterested listening can hear what was said And what he meant came out differently in his head As it turns out, Aytu has been doing this experiment And that is most likely, precisely what the president meant Injecting ultraviolet disinfection through intubation And while mocking can be fun, we're out to save this nation (c) April 27, 2020 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
