“Grant me, my fellow Americans, a Mulligan; a second chance, do-over; one more golf-vacation, presidency. We had a very

strong economy. Then this virus thing, blindsided me. And it’s just not fair. All I’ve ever asked is to be treated fairly. Re-elect me.”

“Faithless in religion, I am faithful, only, to me. I am faithless, that way. Science, everyone knows, is a branch of science fiction. 

Fiction — is science. It ‘tis what it ‘tis. Climate change — ‘tis — nothing but outlandishly, alarmist … science …  fiction.”

“No longer a hoax, the coronavirus; I’m coming around to it’s reality. To protect hourly wage earners who may, both work and wages,

miss, because of widespread, spread, of the virus. But payroll tax cuts, on a wing and a prayer, may lessen, pain and rage.”

“My handling of the coronavirus has been classic me. First, I deny it categorically, labeling the virus, hoax. As events erode my

position, I bungle, my withdrawal. My
greatest strength, my economy, I have turned into a liability, telling lie upon lie.”

“Grant me, my fellow Americans, a Mulligan; a second chance, do-over; one more golf-vacation, presidency. We had a very

strong economy. Then this virus thing, blindsided me. And it’s just not fair. All I’ve ever asked is to be treated fairly. Re-elect me.”

“Poetry, I recommend, serially tweeting. While one of the effects of this outbreak epidemic can be physical isolation, Arthur’s poetry

mitigates that effect. Taming savage beasts within us, it keep us, connected. Utilitarian is — the Watcher’s … poetry.”

“Utilitarian, the Watcher’s, poetry. Musical, whether accompanied, or not. It is, in my opinion the highest form of writing; to prose,

superior. Well suited for persuasion. Both entertain. Both educate. Still, poetry may be more compelling … than prose.”