Stomping Ground.
Don sat in the Stateroom
Filled with impending doom.
He sighed, set down the remote,
Today even Fox sounded a false note.
He fiddled with a classified file,
Life’s becoming quite the trial.
He would find it hard to explain,
This bit of business in the Ukraine.
Now how he rued the day
Everyone heard what he had to say.
How Zelensky’s voice began to fall
When he got the message in Don’s call.
Zel’s tiny voice on the telephone
Till drowned out by his own.
Looking guiltily at the transcript
He wish he’d stayed tight-lipped.
He dropped that damning folder,
A righteous rage began to smoulder.
He’d dealt from a position of strength,
Their wanted arms he’d kept at arms length.
No guarantee of a shipments arrival
Till given ammo to fire at a political rival.
If a Biden took offence, Don meant none-
No offence, Hunter, you son of a – gun.
He thought he’d done the deal
Till some whistle-blower had to squeal.
He’d release the funds… given time.
Since when’s a white lie a capital crime?
So, Don had asked for a personal favour?
Rudy swears that ain’t criminal behaviour.
Still, there’s plenty left to impeach,
So how to cover (t)his unseemly breach?
How to take a Presidential stance
When filling your big boys pants?
His blue eyes cloud with dawning dread,
He alone has to own the words he said.
But a secret of this size…
All those accusatory eyes…
How to dim their focus?
Try a lil’ hocus-pocus.
It’s a well-worn trick
For a dealer who’s slick.
It’s been done before;
Instigate a bloody war.
He’ll kick his foot soldiers into action,
Smoke and mortars, a fine distraction.
He opens an Army Intelligence dossier,
Something therein might make his day.
He holds the answer in his hands;
Shift the blame on shifting sands.
But Donny sees time is short,
Let’s give it not a second thought.
With a bad man on the loose
Don needed no excuse.
He took what Intelligence he had
And took it out on Bagdad.
A little lacking in tact,
But hardly a war-like act.
Don don’t see it as an excursion
And hopes few see it as a diversion.
Yes, ‘Merica might lose a grunt or two,
But impeachment takes on a distant view.
And, what could go wrong?
We weren’t in Viet Nam long.
That little dust-up in Afghanistan?
That all went according to plan.
The lessons learnt a few years back,
Of riding in and razing Iraq?
After sifting through the smoking ground,
All those masses of weapons to be found?
Though they’d disappeared into hot thin air
Still Don has determined to go there.
Sad to think that, true to form
He’ll unleash another shit Desert Storm.
He’ll fight on until calls for his head cease,
C’mon, he’ll take on anyone who wants a peace.
Few allies want to join his charade crusade,
How to extricate himself from the mess he’s made?
‘Merica’s allies now don’t think he’s so great,
They’re more concerned ’bout some mental State.
So who, truly, are his friends?
Pal Putin says, ‘that depends.’
And what happens when the dust clears
And his fear of impeachment reappears?
Will he tweet a sorry word?
Will further action be ordure-d?
Will others suffer from his wrath
Or can Don take the higher path?
Don’s more familiar with the low road,
But will his little fingers press the code?
Will Don dazzle us by doing right
Or frazzle us in a flash of light?
Don’s sins I must forgive and forget,
God, please let me live with that regret.
Don’s words are too toxic to call out,
What earthly good is risking his fall out?
A wholly righteous war is easy to start,
Surviving one remains the hardest part.
