This poem is a reflection on the spoiler role that Israeli Prime Minister Netanyahu may play in the tenuous U.S.-Iran memorandum of understanding to end the war in the middle east. This poem focuses on what mat be the only reason this doesn’t happen: Donald Trump’s lifelong penchant to throw long-time allies under the bus, even number two’s. In this disregard, may Trump stick to his lack of character…
May the Bus Man Win – Owed to Trump and His Netanyahu
When number one
Metes number two
Thirst a pissing match
Then
The shit
Hits the fan, boy
The bus man
Takes
A second
And throne under
Throws down
As ever be for
Hymn self
In won flush
And his deep-seated faux
Pain the accost
As all is fare
In lovin’ war
