Stocking the Cabinet

The choices I’ve announced (to date) for my upcoming Cabinet
are like I’m poking Congress in the eye, and keep on jabbin’ it.
The names now floating out there are, to say the least, unorthodox –
with few, if any, qualified. I’ve opened up Pandora’s Box.

While all are controversial, the pick most every pundit hates
is for Attorney General: that teen girls’ nightmare, Matthew Gaetz.
Besides the tawdry lifestyle, he’s quite lacking in experience.
(A ruse to keep his ethics probe from seeing light of day, we sense.)

Another one who’s ill-prepared, for whom I have a yen: Tulsi.
Would she be Putin’s plaything? Well, just tee her up and then you’ll see.
She cozied up to Syria’s Assad and seemed to offer backing.
Honor, fitness, virtue are among the qualities she’s lacking.

Now we come to RFK: my health guy, who will shock and awe –
a fan of ivermectin, who believes in drinking milk that’s raw.
He doesn’t care for cell phones since he thinks their presence just might be
controlling our behavior since the carriers embraced 5G.

It really isn’t funny – yet you almost have to chuckle; we
might send a Christian Zionist to Israel, in Huckabee.
Miller, Noem, Stefanik are among the heinous on the list. It
means you should bend over; say goodbye to your ass as you kiss it.