Bill Confesses His Love for Monica to Hillary

Recently I saw a picture of Bill & Hillary Clinton
on the cover of a birthday card in Barnes and Noble.
I made a mental note to myself to go back and buy
at least four of those cards for the birthdays of friends.

They look like they were born on a farm.
In seeing Hillary now on  TV,
on CNN, that child has had some
work done.

Bill seems unsure about something:
Looking like he forgot to wash his hands
I wonder if he ever imagined then
what has happened now?
that he would be president of the United States
or remain a manager at some gas mart in Arkansas?
The White House is a long way from that first apartment
during college with no heat or air-conditioning & roaches
floating dead in a broken toilet of stale piss.
Life for him was a gourmet
peanut butter & jelly sandwich
until Monica came along & set his ass straight.
Explaining that she didn't get this far on grades alone.
She is no amateur when it comes down to oral sex.
I keep fantasizing of this round,
red ring from her lipstick, left at the base of Bill's cock
& he knows this & gets off on it.
The thought of Monica Lewinski's Maybellene
moisture lips marking his penis puts a smile
on his American face.

Does Hill know what's going on between those two?
She hears Bill sneaking in with the help of
secret service agents as she lies on her side
pretending to be asleep.
Bill clicks on the lights in the bathroom
that has been the same color
since the territorial pissings of Jimmy Carter.
He runs a hot shower, scrubs his penis
zestfully clean from lipstick, saliva.
Hillary doesn't make a sound.
Even though she wants to cut off his
dick & stuff it in the very  mouth that licked
Monica's cunt, she refuses, pulling the presidential covers
to her chin & falls asleep.

 Monica's mother asks,
What is this white stain on your dress?
That's just sugar from a glazed donut
I was eating in the car on my way home, she says.
Being her mother, she believes her.
Even though Newsweek and Dan Rather
says it's  semen.
Monica throws the dark blue dress
in the bathtub, grabs Woolite
& squeezes a drop the size of a dime
on the stain & scrubs, 'cause it takes more than
water & soap to get cum stains out of dark blue
dresses.
Bill uses her like a cum towel
until the shit hit the fan
about he & Monica having sexual relations
at the Red Roof Inn.
He confesses his sins at news briefs & press conferences
with a Jerry Falwell sensitivity.
No one wants to know about Bill's sex life
except Hollywood execs
who want to option his story off for
a made for TV movie.
Hillary better wake up & smell
the Cuban cigars.
Monica has lost weight
& is featured on the cover of Vanity Fair.
I wonder how Chelsea is handling all of this?
She slits her wrists with a carpet cutter
as she lies in her bed of stuffed animals