What is it you see

What is it you see

Is it more

Or less than yesterday

When a President

In a nervous sweat

Gave it all away

For want of a face wipe

Who stood by

When Maggie cried

For the camera

It was said

It proved she was human

What is it you see

When looking at me

With a fish lens

Nothing enhanced

But the effect

Of surprise

When the question

We ask

Has been vetted

The answer researched

And rehearsed

An honest response

Disappeared with

Naivety

When tricky dicky

Got wet and sticky

Free publicity

Is a misnomer

Nothing is

In the modern world

Even privacy

Is a commodity

Truth as rationed

As Bananas

Were to the republic

After the war

When POTUS

Can call the 4th estate

Fake

And it is believed

Campaigning journalists

Are on the take

God help Watergate

There is no good news

Just bellicose prose

And belligerent hate

We are all fair game

In our moment of fame

What is it you see

When you look at me

Unvarnished truth

Or just another

Catchphrase

In need of a hashtag