Ode to Our Third World President

Representing people. Legionnaires’ Disease Iowa Marshall County

The Ladder of Lies

I told a fib at breakfast time,
That I was never late.
Though everyone had seen me there—
Still fumbling at the gate.

At lunch I claimed a fortune grand,
Gold coins beneath my bed.
Yet all I had was pocket change,
And crumbs of toast instead.

By dusk I swore I’d fought a bear,
And wrestled it with ease.
But truth is I just swatted at
A swarm of honeybees.

At supper came my greatest boast:
I owned the moon and sky.
I rented out the Milky Way—
The stars were mine to buy.

And when at last the night grew still,
I whispered one more scheme:
That all my lies were truths in wait,
And life itself—a dream.

A poem by ChatGPT