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Civil Servant


He sits there in a corner
Inconspicuous and neat
Creases in his trousers
Shined shoes on his feet
That type of man
Sitting in his chair
That no one recalls
Ever being there
A man of ignominity
Or so it would seem
Yet he's the man who drives the President
Or one of that elite essential team
He sits there with his gizmo box
Always very close to hand
As he follows Mr President
To and fro across the land
Some say the President is dyslexic
Or uncoordinated when he speaks
But he hasn't dropped a verbal bloomer
For many recent weeks
For the man who drives the President
Sits there day after day after day
And he has a little gizmo box
That inserts an electrical delay
So they can edit out or format
Any horrible verbal bricks
For world peace can rest on
Skilled use of this box of tricks
And if it gets to stressful
And you see the President cough
He's had a little warning that
They may just switch him off
It's a job of skill and courage
He can never be fully at ease
For on the man who drives the President
Can rest prospects of world war or peace
He'll never be redundant
No matter how they try
For they'll never invent a system
That money cannot buy







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