She is in the seat,
where power obscures vision
in an office contained by a stately oval
of round appearance, fair and noble
but a circle is not the state of the nation
convex ellipses curve with manipulation;

She is in the seat,
where capitalism enlivens
the serpentine economy
which hath strangled the proletariat
with consumer constriction
and injected the aristocrat
with venomous greed and free enterprise fiction;

She is in the seat,
achieving a spot’s elision
just sworn in by pioneer decision
an upshot of feminism, long-awaited,
all opponents mysteriously assassinated
by a kilted terrorist with funny accent
smiling daggers in her bosom she makes ascent;

She is in the seat,
swelling with erotic ambition
toying with eager nuclear fission
subordinate MacBeth reports to duty
contends causing death shouldn’t feel so groovy
but resigns to seek congressional approval
for a competing dictator’s violent removal;