A Presidential Press Release

Oh no! There’s storm clouds in the sky!

I wonder if that means we’ll die?

Oh wait, it’s just the oil fields burning;

the Middle East’s democracy learning.

Soon  they will learn to toe the line,

then everything will be just fine.

We rule this world, no Gypo scum;

we’ll let them hear our great war drum.

We’ll beat it from high in the sky;

we’ll rain down Hell and they will die.

Their Commie mates won’t help them now;

‘cos Pootee just loves me anyhow.

He helped me get where I belong,

high above the peasant throng.

For I am God and I am King;

I’m President of everything.

There’s no justice while I make rules;

no blasphemy from ‘Fake News’ fools.

The moron vote that got me here

love me because I rule with fear.

They have no brains, no brains at all;

they’ll kill you at my beck and call.

So, give me all your oil right now

but I’ll grab your pussy anyhow.

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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