A president

The grey carpet
Like the hair left
wrapping around a bald,
flecked head

Around the portrait
to seek comfort
From the outside scheming
The walls inside the core of a nation

And when they can't dance or sleep
Then nostalgia and decoration
The colors on a flag
The wrinkles on a face

The smirk by the way
of some well delivered power play
The curtains have served
Eyelids on the greatest eye

Grey oh grey
All laws have holes
and fingers keys
Organs lube