Affairs of State: 14 May 2025

His beelzebuddies by his side,

in ties both wide and rowdy

Potato-Prez stuck out his chest

Saluting Princely Saudi.

A Qatar King had offered him

A toy in which to ride,

Which cost more than two dolls,

five pencils, Barbie as The Bride.

The Constitution won’t allow

the Prez to take a ring,

although it doesn’t say what you could

glom, if you’re the King!

“It’s great for me to jet the States

and bring more Hell to bear,

and still have room to plant my shtoom,

While Mac-ing in the air”

His sickly-pallored beelzepal

might take his jet to Mars,

though our Potato-Prez would rather

shoot his Hell to stars.

“But, still,” he sighed, “Goddamn,” he cried,

“I know what I am worth,

The Nobel Prize awaits me

when I bring more Hell to Earth.”

He held his breath, and frowned aloud,

The Saudi March had started,

He exhaled slowly, strained his frown,

Then pursed his lips, and farted.