Magic Carpet Ride.
Donald stands atop his high tower, gazing to the East,
That sense of unease that things are going west increased,
For Don that ever-changing Arabian tale no longer charms-
Just when he thought he’d wrapped ten billion up in arms.
Yeah, its a great tragedy that a journalist’s life has been lost,
But we count on Donald, Prince that he is, to count the cost,
He’s diplomatically waiting for what a Saudi inquiry will reveal-
Yes, its crude, one life for billions in weapons- but what a deal!