The
sun was shining on the nukes
Shining
with all his might
He
did his very best to make
The
mass destroyers bright
And
this was very odd because
The
men weren’t there to fight.
The
dotard and the rocket man
Were
walking side by side
They
smiled like anything to see
What
other folks had tried
We’ll
pile up nukes and dough, both said
And
slapped their bellies wide.
The dotard
showed the rocket man
A film of
future days
One man, one
choice, big trains, hotels
On beaches
cannons graced.
"Take money,
try my brand he said
I’d never be
two-faced."
His
chain-saw signature poked at
The
missile-launching scrawl
Their
loose-fit trousers swished and sagged
But
signatures stood tall
Each smiled
and saw he’d bulldozed fast
And had the
other bagged.
“The time has come," the dotard said,
To talk of many things:
Of power, threats, fake news and tax
Of dominance and things
And why those climate changers plot
And damn, we pigs have wings.”
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