Bold brother to run for the highest seat and win, Amazing to be the first man of colour to enter The White House, Rich world now revolves around his feet, Ask him to dance to The Tom Tom,
Plunge in with a sombre red, Arm yourself with a palette and easel like Picasso, Is the canvas about lazy cows or dazzling sun-sets? Narrow the field to portraits of JFK or still life plums,
Kissing the mike to belt, “Born to be wild”, Accent grates or is it chocolate smooth? Rolling his velvet vowels, Arranging each sentence to sparkle like stars, Ogling each neon line,
Move the universe so that we can meet, Yearning to touch, even though death has intervened. Final goodbye, the memory of my tears, Rise again, let him glide back to me.