Delivering poetic justice during the Trump years.

In the midst of Putin sending drones,
an action that no one condones,
I thought that I would be remiss
if I did not share with you this:

I blew up a drug runners’ boat,
and all within the crew were smote.
That effort many call a crime.
Here’s one more post while I’ve got time:

My tariffs have been ruled unjust.
I will appeal – that you can trust.
And yet, as tariffs increase costs,
this image shared; don’t want it lost:

A bunch of women made a claim
that Jeffrey Epstein caused them shame –
I call the Epstein Files a “hoax.”
Enjoy these AI-crafted jokes:

The CDC is being wracked,
its science subject to attack.
And in response, I’m saying there will
be a change at Cracker Barrel:

And, finally, just one more post…
I love this one the very most.
Its meaning you can’t misconstrue
(although, the opposite is true):

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