You laugh at our president. You should. He's a clown, done up
In Day-Glo makeup and absurdly coiled, greasy hair. He bullies
Almost everyone, but fawns when in the presence of his idols,
Kings and dictators. He grubs for money, cheats and steals,
And clearly has no idea how the modern world works. Yours,
On the other hand, are somber, stiff, grotesquely dull.
They seek no more than what they have: a fast-decaying
Status quo of climbing debts and falling incomes, armies
With no one to fight, stifling bureaucracies. Their skills,
Their so-called leadership, cannot be called greater than
Those wielded by our poor buffoon. On balance, then,
You suffer more from your ham-fisted presidents than we
Do from our crooked clown. We get to laugh at him.