He was our boy back in '16,
but then he tomahawked Assad.
Now, cucked, we want to vent our spleen
China his grinning faithful friend,
suggests a troll can be a whore,
that Trumpster knows well how to bend.
Now his armada will return
with tail between its mighty legs.
Donny’s learned that nukes can burn.
He should have asked the vets in rags.
You can read more of Yankevich's poetry in
Journey Late at Night: Poems & Translations
You can read more of Yankevich's poetry in
Journey Late at Night: Poems & Translations
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