What Fresh Hell Is This? A Poem For The White House Correspondents Dinner


Craig Shirley President, Shirley & Banister Public Affairs

O, hard is the struggle (with an iPhone) and sparse is

The gain of the one at the top of the dung heap,

For selfie-art is a form of catharsis

A love of failure is a permanent flop,

And work the province of the paparazzi cattle call,

And the rest’s for a happy clam in a shell,

So I’m thinking of drinking too much, throwing up, the battle of the dinner —

Would you kindly direct me to the hell of Correspondents? 

(With apologies to the divine Miss Dorothy Parker.)