HI THERE, MY OLD FRIEND
You look so well. The years don’t count, my friend.
You as well, Don. But please don’t point, my friend.
When we last met, our hands embraced, firmly
shook the world. That was tantamount, my friend.
Well, that was ’83. And I thanked you
for your help. But this? At gunpoint, my friend?
I’m telling you, this prez ain’t like his dad.
It’s time. Why don’t you just dismount, my friend?
Invaders should know: for every insect,
insecticide. Don’t disappoint, my friend.
Please, Saddam, spare me schoolyard boasts, okay?
This ain’t the sermon on the mount, my friend.
Your fancy feints mean nothing. I laugh. Please?
The truth’s not in your PowerPoint, my friend.
So. Done. This will be fun. Something for our
Travel & Entertainment account, my friend.