Trump, In Verse

Volodomir Zelenskyy, JD Vance, and I got in a spat.
This mishegas was broadcast live, with cameras pointed where we sat.
When, in response to questioning, I said Zelenskyy’s full of hate –
JD jumped in; the gloves came off. My favorite kind of TV: great.

With neither Putin nor Ukraine would I proclaim I was aligned.
In fact, I said that Putin – with that Russia hoax – had been maligned.
The only path to peace that could ensure this war would plainly end
is hearing, “Thanks for everything!” from this dressed-down Ukrainian.

Whatever game is being played, Zelenskyy doesn’t hold the cards.
He’s sitting there with seven-deuce while I send Putin my regards.
Once Vance spoke up (and don’t think for a second that he’d not been prepped)
it turned into a shouting match – a skill at which I’m most adept.

This meeting was designed to show I’m in command, and then belittle
Volodomir, since he’s refused to toe the line as my lickspittle.
Was this whole thing staged to shame Ukraine’s Zelenskyy? You’re darn tootin’.
Clearly, Vance and I played to an audience of one – named “Putin.”