"Dear Donald Trump, my friend, I bet your patience is wearing thin. Because of your democracy, Investigations are closing in.
"Since I can use my magic To make people disappear, Such investigative threats Are never going to happen here.
"From watching your revolving-door Administration, I can see That you, like me, expect one thing Above all others: loyalty.
"What is all this talk about Ties with Russian oligarchs? Don't your people realize that Our bites are much, much worse than our barks?
"Although I appreciate What you did during your campaign-- The helpful steps you took to soften Your stance on giving aid to Ukraine--
"We still have a ways to go. But one thing that I have to say Is you have been good about Respecting our little NDA.Β°
Lifting sanctions would be a big help. I thought that maybe a good incentive Would be our many ICBMs, For you know we're very inventive.
But, no, let's not talk about threats. If your cards are rightly played, You will be as strong as I. In other words, you'll have it made.
Ah, silence is golden, no? One thing is sure as shootin': I'd hate to have to spill the beans 'Bout you know what. Your friend, Putin.
-by Bob B (4-2-18)
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(For some reason, I found this poem in my DRAFTS. I guess I hadn't "published" it for public eyes, and it sat, along with 25 or so of my other poems, in my DRAFTS folder until today. Sorry about the delay.)