Colonoscopy Sonnet

On the news tonight, a presidential

colonoscopy — a tale of   how

for three whole hours the chief  exec of   trouble

handed trouble to his vice (although

no double trouble came), but then no more

details revealed: no bacterial armies

multiplying in a flare of  war

among kingly polyps & no kinky creases.

Welcome to the presidential gut,

bubble gum pink, not a spot of  shit

(after a quick administrative cleanout)

where global decisions stir & sit in state,

       and the first physician’s mighty pointer traces

       only microdrops of   blood in secret places.