Trump, In Verse

A NATO nation’s leader (neither one of which I’ve named)
asked if I would still protect them with their payments in arrears.
And the answer I provided, ardently and unashamed,
is that I’d encourage Russia to fulfill their greatest fears.

Back in ‘49, some nations joined together in alliance.
Most of Europe’s now piled on – near every country is penurious.
Toward a treaty of consensus, I of course project defiance.
I’ll trade money for protection; since at my core I’m usurious.

See – America comes first among all in the North Atlantic,
so I’m modestly proposing “Donald J. Trump’s New World Order.”
Formed by love I have for tyrants, plus my ego (it’s gigantic),
while I also put the kibosh on solutions for our border.

I enjoy recounting stories – and they often start with “Sir” – in
which each utterance that follows is a rank prevarication.
And the only universe which they could possibly occur in
is the one where there’s no fucking chance I’d once more lead this nation.