Trump, In Verse

When asked a simple question about bringing prices down;
what steps I’d take to turn this tough economy around,
it took me several minutes to deliver my reply.
And right from the beginning, my rejoinder went awry.

I first offered an opinion: “She can’t do an interview.”
How “[s]he talks about her lawn when she was growing up.” And who’s
equipped to deal with Xi in China? It’s not her – though “I was very.”
Also Putin, who I did not have a war with. Here’s what’s scary:
With George Bush and B. Obama, they (the Russians) took a lot.
“And with Biden they took everything.” (This make sense? Maybe not.)
Then I mentioned there’s “a little chart” – none offered up as proof –
that “they” (this might be Biden) then let oil go “through the roof.”
“It was gonna go to numbers that nobody’s ever seen.”
This (I think) refers to prices that I thought would be obscene.
And so back to Trump production levels they again were drilling it.
(I’m now halfway through my answer. Wow, this interview: I’m killing it!)
“But they stopped (since) I would be there” – here I used past participle –
and then “four years later” (when was this?) the number would be “triple.”
Now, the reason Putin went in (to Ukraine) is: price per barrel
went from forty to a hundred. This would put the world in peril.
So *somebody* said, “[R]eopen. Just reopen… It’s so crazy
what they wanna do.” (My memory of details here is hazy.)
Then I shift to immigration; one more chance to vent my spleen.
“We can fix the” (brief pause) anything” through pricing gasoline.

I’m not certain where the punctuation fits within my spiel,
and my stream-of-consciousness response did border on surreal.
But there’s one point made quite clear throughout this interrogatory:
I’m half a bubble off plumb. Hard stop; fini; end of story.