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Mr. Trump's Tonkin Ghosts
To Our Commander-in-Chief and Manque Leader of the Free World
And All His Old Men Golfing Buddies
Scheduling Their Tee-Times Around Missile Launches
A dying nineteen-year-old can’t even scream
When half his face has been blown away
He can only gurgle, his remaining eye
Staring wildly in agony and fear
Your man-child plays soldier on guided hunts
Kitted out like Rambo, and KA-BLAMMING
A bighorn sheep the guide spotted for him
Taking he-man selfies while yelping “OOOOH-RAH!”
A dying nineteen-year-old can’t even scream
When half his face has been blown away
("Tonkin Ghosts" may well be the title of another work; if it is, please advise me so that I can change the title.)
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