As Mom always said, “It all comes out in the wash,”
True of stains and grime and world leaders who swash,
Swash without buckling, their orange hair flying,
Keeping their enemies stewing or frying,
Which stews and fries are now ready to eat:
‘Cause finally this year, we’re in for a treat.
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It’s chuckling History, that paperback writer,
Having laid groundwork for this global nail-biter.
There’s the Ukraine mess, the Russkies fed up,
And want Kiev’s surrender greatly sped up,
Like now, or this month or maybe in summer,
Lest Putin must face a political bummer.
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Iran has gone poorly for our striving prez.
The strait’ll be re-opened, or so he says,
Since it’s in their interest to hand over their nation,
Install the new shah and behave like the Hatian,
But they won’t reopen and they won’t bend knee:
Don must finish them or the Gulf region flee.
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What’s he going to do as prices all rise,
As campaigning Repubs take in the face pies,
Cream pies, not apple, which has gone through the roof,
Since no longer is aggression inflation-proof,
And the heat is rising as the economy ails,
But to Prez Hammer, problems all look like nails.
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Yes, drastic’s the word for the rest of this year:
Drastic measures, words, and A.I. we should fear.
Yes, A.I. would solve it all in a jiff’:
“Nuke Iranians and drop ol’ Xi off a cliff.”
But as we mull over such cold decision,
We brace for the ‘26 human collision.
