"You say I'm all bad
but I will get much worse
nuclear and sad,"
says Trump, says Putin
riding the same horse.and while coward, callow blood lacks vim
I'm one cold warrior will say - to him, and him
- bring it on, Sonny Jim, Sonny Jim.For women's lives and black lives matter
and I'm grieving for the innocents you shatter,
Putin-Trump, Trump-Putin.There is no game you should be in.
Hunt up more shameful quotes;
shoot down your shameful planes;
send you back to your tents to addle your brains
with vodka and cokes
glassy dead courage, pure lines of heaped white
to lily your livers and help you talk shite -
one in a Klu-Klux one with a klaxon
to frighten poor folksbut whoppedy-riff! Can you handle this axe stun?
We found your back issues; our missiles are ready.
Turn round, hoss.
Take your feathered tars off.
Gee up, Neddy!
YOU ARE READING
Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.