White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer Reflects on His Life (Day 13, 2017)

The thirteenth day of National Poetry Writing Month.

White House Press Secretary Sean Spicer Reflects on His Life

I don’t lie.  
Sure, I may exaggerate
reality, misdirect my
interrogators, muddy the 
waters, confuse the issue,
conflate examples, construct and 
attack straw men, utilize
hyperbole, dismiss contradictory
facts, feign ignorance, refuse to
answer, issue non-denial
denials, practice circumlocution,
dance around the answers, duck
responsibility, shake my
fist, bare my teeth, cry
crocodile tears, smile
disingenuously, keep my
fingers crossed, offer empty 
promises, give you false
hope, double-down on
absurdities, claim I 
was misquoted, provide
additional clarifications, send
mixed messages, deal from 
the bottom of the deck, hide
incriminating evidence, bury
the lede, tell you what you
want to hear, sweat profusely,
twitch involuntarily, laugh
nervously, and react 
defensively, but I swear
I’m telling you the truth.

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