as metaphoric cloth.
Material determines fate:
two mild, one wild, one wroth.
George Washantung can’t tell a lie.
Abe Linen frees the slaves.
Mohairy Truman stops the buck.
Tick Nixon misbehaves.
The current Potus makes stuff up –
from whole cloth, as it were --abrasive as an em’ry cloth,
offensive as fox’d fur.
Seems he's the stuff of fabric, too.
He claims he’s cloth of gold.
I see him Spandex-shrouded.
Wrapp’d cadaver-like. Ice cold.
