Hi everyone,
My poem about Scott Pruitt, embattled head of the E.P.A., can be found
here. I had to channel my inner Byron for this one.
For those who keep only one eye on the news: yes, Pruitt is the one who installed a $37,000 [edit: $43,000 according to the latest estimates] soundproof booth in his office, takes a security detail on personal trips, flies first class because of death threats that his own department has no record of, and slashes environmental regulations left and right.
All of the charges in the poem are either new Environmental Protection Agency policy or proposals and a matter of public record.