Czars, czars, everywhere,
But not a thought to think.
“We’ve got it under control,” they say,
With a smug nod and wink.
Trust and calm, he wants,
Addressing as we yawn.
But trust is earned, Dear Leader,
Your account is overdrawn.
An election has come and has gone,
Spirit of change is in the air,
But if we’re ever to cure,
This system impure,
We shall need some heavier fare.
Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
I know of no reason
Why the Gunpowder Treason
Should ever be forgot.
Shes a cipher,
Is she or isn’t she?
Her detractors are less hidden,
We know what they are.
There once was a man from Iran,
Some told him to put his yarmulke on,
And although he’ll fight,
He’s probably right,
For some documents say he’s Kenyan.
Sorry, can’t think of anything funny to say about raping a 13-year-old girl.
Douchebag. Burn in hell.