Another Daring Deed - In Trump's Own Words On Soulemani's Death

Yes, I’ve done it once again Removed a seeping cancerous pain, Soleimani’s dead and gone, The devil’s agent, the Ayatollah’s pawn. Long the source of all things bad, Few if any should feel sad, If his passing caused a stir His gruesome end aimed to deter. Now a martyr for their cause They’ll build him up like Santa Claus, With waiving arms and raucous shouts The world will see they’re no boy scouts. My daring deeds on show once more, They surely number by the score, A man of steel and firm resolve, Heaven sent to problems solve. Yet the Media still won’t say How great my feats are every-day, A bunch of losers, leftie goons, Their brains the size of shriveled prunes. They’re now all worried by the path Iran will take to show its wrath, Bring it on and stand aside, While I help our missiles glide. If my message isn’t clear To those that neither hear nor fear, Mess with us and watch the show As we make your backyard glow.