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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He struts like a rooster in a gilded cage, Tweets his manifesto, page by page. Venezuela’s oil? “Mine, mine, mine!” He shouts like a child, crossing every line. Maduro yawns, sipping Maduro-brand rum, Russia chuckles: “Here comes the scum.” Beijing sips tea, eyebrows raised, Watching the circus, utterly amazed. “Sanctions!” he cries, waving a paper sword, “Oil will bow, the world will applaud!” But China just nods, “Cute little man, Try that again — see if you can.” Russia whispers, “Let him play, We’ll cash in quietly while he flaps away.” Venezuela smirks, Maduro’s grin, “Oh, Trump thinks he’ll win? How thin.” He tweets at midnight, demands a parade, A hall of mirrors where deals are made. Allies flee, foes giggle in halls, The empire he builds? Just paper walls. Every action a spectacle, every thought a meme, The world watches, half laughter, half scream. China, Russia, Venezuela — a trio of calm, While Trump storms the stage with blustered charm. Power and oil swirl in a dizzying spin, He dances, he stomps, he spins in sin. But satire bites sharper than gilded hair, And the circus may crumble while he’s still there. The Circus in Caracas He prowls the stage with gold-lit hair, A kingdom imagined, a lion in air. Tweets crack like whips, warnings loud, A circus of power, drawing the crowd. Venezuela shivers beneath his claim, Oil fields like jewels, a geopolitical game. Maduro smirks, Russia nods with glee, Beijing watches, calculating quietly. Sanctions fly like confetti torn, Promises of deals, of empire reborn. But every boast, every law he bends, Draws the world’s sharp gaze, foes and friends. China leans in with icy disdain, “Mess with us, and you’ll feel the chain.” Russia waits with a soldier’s grin, Watching the chaos he drags them in. His mind races, plotting, aware, But wisdom hides, lost somewhere. A kingdom of tweets cannot hold the night, When giants awaken and armies write. Alliances fray like worn-out rope, Oil flows, but so does hope. For every risk, a price unseen, A global stage, ruthless and mean. He stands tall, yet shadows grow, The circus erupts — who wins? Who bows? Power tastes sweet, yet stings like flame, And history waits to carve his name.
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