My Plea

Comrade Kim, oh, Comrade Kim
Please send some of your missiles in.
Send them when they meet as one
To hear Trump say what he wants done,
When all the corrupt legislators,
Venal jurists, sundry haters,
Rise, incinerate them there.
Our government's beyond repair.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-07-17 at 00:37

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