Poem for the Golden Age


I love the Situation Room
Watching foreign lands go BOOM
Where the people, they CALL ME SIR
And I feel like a warrior

You got BEAT TO HELL, Ayatollah
While I sat and drank Coca-Cola
I could have killed you easily
Condemned you to ignominy
Served you an ugly ignominious death
With Coca-Cola POTATO CHIP breath

Time for you to say thanks, Khamenei
Now that I got you out of the way
I’m off with Rand Paul for another eighteen
He makes for much better company

(Did I really say ignominy?
That doesn’t much sound like ME)

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Not poetry:

Which is why Trump is such a sweet guy.