Writing On the Wall

There was an orange tanned douchebag called Trump

		Playing hero on a bicycle pump

			When inflating his Ego

				Before sorting the Lego

		The great wall crushed with a flatulent thump


	London BoJo called Muslims a post box

		Surely they spread contagion and small pox

			We must rule the waves

				Or else we'll be slaves

		In isolation stranded on dry docks


	Blame it on Putin and that Xi Jingpin

		Produce a fake red yellow catarrh spin

			Those bastards won't mind

				Just one of a kind

	Virus Vodka in a chop suey tin

	
        Mexicans count their left over last grace

		With Europe a mere historical phase

			China meets Russia

				As fake news' crusher

	Xenophobes leave their vile virulent taste


	Poets scribe of idiots in power

		Just ink on sheets no Ivory Tower

			Peace from a kind pen

				Once more and again

	United in truth and scripted power


05th April 2020
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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