THE SWAMP (July 3)
I was BETRAYED!
That was NOT my parade.
That tiny, puny, little charade.
Not enough tanks. Not enough planes.
Where were the immigrant children in chains?
Not enough ANYTHING! A damned pooper scooper.
Where was Robert E. Lee? Where were my storm troopers
goose stepping while I smiled beatifically?
It had no style. It failed horrifically.
It was intended to celebrate ME! So I could gloat over Putin and Xi.
It was intended to celebrate ME! So I could gloat over Putin and Xi.
Now how can I put down my BFF, Kim?
Where were the missiles with which I threaten him?
To you Pentagon Dems behind this SAD plot:
To you Pentagon Dems behind this SAD plot:
when I find who you are, I'll have you shot.
This is NOT what I asked for. . .this strolling at leisure.
I called for a Triumph. Like Julius Cæsar!
NOT some dumb, casual come-as-you-are.
I wanted a spectacle fit for a Tsar.
A parade — must I say it explicitly? —
a parade reflecting the glory of ME.
A parade of parades breaking the mold
with my bew-t-ful Soldiers* plated in gold.
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*and Sailors, Airmen, Marines — SPACE FORCE CADETS!
Plus a battalion or two of World War II vets.
Maybe Coast Guarders. Do they they go on land?
After Hurricane Whatsis, I 💗 their brand.
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*and Sailors, Airmen, Marines — SPACE FORCE CADETS!
Plus a battalion or two of World War II vets.
Maybe Coast Guarders. Do they they go on land?
After Hurricane Whatsis, I 💗 their brand.