A parody of Dylan’s Highway 61 Revisited
Highway 2017 visited
Donald Trump was feeling sore
Trying to start the next world war.
Kim Jung Un was at the door
And Vladimir clearly knew the score.
Yes – it can be easily done
A few dozen missiles in the sun.
The orange wonder sat back down,
In the middle of town safe underground,
Preening in his dressing gown
Like an overgrown ape in the guise of a clown.
He paused to think a minute or two
On how to profit from this nuclear do.
Fake news he was putting out
To the followers he had here and about.
Combing his hair like a pool-hall lout
Exploding with a shrill scream and a shout
So wild that he didn’t care
Just as long as he got his share.
He was draining the swamp with a nuclear blast.
Grinning at the people aghast.
With a presidency that couldn’t last.
He had everybody nailed to the mast.
He had the last word on this one.
The only one with a hydrogen gun
Pulling the trigger and having fun
There is a new way of dealing with foreign affairs.
Firstly – Ignore expert advice.
Secondly – Chuck diplomacy out of the window.
Thirdly – Be belligerent and rude.
Fourthly – Threaten, bluster and strut.
Fifthly – Bully.
Sixthlt – Turn on your allies.
Yep – that should work. He’s got a bigger button.