If you don't do just what I say
I'll impose new tarifs every day;
when you don't comply they'll just get bigger
till they reach the proportions of my figure.
Oh dear. Oh dear, economically,
it's symptomatic of his struggle against reality.
And if you trade with those I oppose
I've got a big wrench to twist your nose;
my sanctions soon will sanctify
the vagaries of each policy.
Oh dear. Oh dear, politically
it's symptomatic of his struggle against reality.
I'll stamp and slur and tweet and channel
until you realize I'm utterly anal;
I can't control where I drop my guts
and everybody says I'm nuts.
Oh dear. Oh dear, psychologically,
it's symptomatic of his struggle against reality.
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Potatoes
PoetryHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
