dear mr president,

i permit myself the indiscretion that is this letter to warn you of a perpetual misstep in communication that may come your way in the near future. as your former communications manager, i find it is my duty to inform you that no message is less subtle than a hint thrown at a knowing enemy. in such times, silence is the only reply. silence is the best reply. for your words will easily be misconstrued, but your silence can lend itself to mean anything you desire.

i implore you to keep silent about your state of affaires. it is no longer in my power to solve issues that may be troubling you, but i'm afraid that you may speak too soon, and be forced to accept the sorry circumstances that may follow.

if it was in my power to be your confidante and your enemy at the same time, i would accept this mission without hesitation. but sadly, we both have to consider the fact that no enemy is bigger than the one that sleeps in your bed. and no confidante is less trustworthy than the one you have revealed your secrets to.

yours respectfully,

an old confidante.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

to replace

this wicked mind of mine.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

to fuck

or beat and bind.

you can look,

but you cannot find

someone

who pretends to hate you

but is just simply kind.

you can look,

and what you will find

is the same old story

but a different pick-up line.