From her seat on the stage by the podium
She strode forward to the lectern
Where her vetted notes awaited her
She stood erect; with youthful surety
She slowly surveyed her audience
She picked up her notes, paused
In apparent thought
Then she put the notes down again
She moved purposefully
Aside from the lectern
To engage spontaneously with the audience
It’s a fucking mess, look at you
You are a fucking disgrace
Here in your Armani suits...
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