POEM: Owed to Venezuelan Oil, Tank Her

Drug to war on drugs. What will, we knot think of next?! It’s the oil, stupid…

Owed to Venezuelan Oil, Tank Her

Captain Kook
And his Peter
At the war deportment
Squeal in de-light
In piracy on the high C’s
A crude lessen
For Venezuelan narc
O traffickers
Be where
Offed
Coarse
Gringos just
Keeping
Up with the joneses
As a shot
In the arms industry
Oar a political climate change
A dressing
Our petroleum diction
Getting to the bottom
Tanked
Drill, baby, drill!
That sinking feeling
Awe a boat
A fentanyl thing
Or whatever
A crack, pot policy
Americans killing it!

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