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FLYING FOOTWEAR

There once was a certain World leader
Who failed miser’bly at the task.
He turned out to be just a bleeder
Of nations—a crook in a mask.

His own country learned to detest him.
His lies and tricks caused them great shame.
His own intellect was, at best, dim;
But others acted in his name.

He set out to chase those who hurt them,
A venture quite noble, indeed.
But soon he began to desert them;
Their doubts and fears he did not heed.

It turned out, he had an agenda.
He wanted to exert control,
To make other countries surrender.
For some time, he was on a roll.

Reality soon showed its presence.
Bad planning, too, came to the fore.
Our leader received his comeuppance.
Beyond that, there are many things more.

The worst was the death and destruction
Of our folk and other folk, too,
The worldwide terrorist eruption
Unleashed by this wild derring-do.

On top of these foreign excesses,
He managed to do one at home,
With one of the worst money messes
Viewed under the capitol dome.

So, now with his final rounds-taking,
He visits the scenes of his crime.
He’s left no one in his boots shaking—
It’s we who ask for a spare dime.

But, speaking of boots and of such wear,
And a brave soul who lost both his shoes,
Never was any flying footwear
Greeted as such glorious news!