Thinking World War Three
Joe Biden is a gambler
He’s got rune stones in his shoes
When he steps up to the table
He believes that he can’t lose
So, he places bets without speaking
Using head fakes left then right
And underwhelms us all each morning,
‘Keeps us sleepless every night.
But there is no need to worry
Orange may come after all
You’re laughing now; you won’t forever
If Donald answers the call
If they close the shopping mall.
The Vlad is happily puttin’
Russia’s Future in the Dump
With all the dead, burnt bodies
He stands yelling from his stump
he’ll end up with all the monsters
‘Come before
Stuck inside the Ukraine
With the Afghan blues again.
But there is no need to worry
Orange may come after all
You’re laughing now; you won’t forever
If Donald answers the call
If they close the shopping mall.
(to be continued)
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