With war or without it Don said he's "OK."
I like my president flexible that way,
Not one of these guys who consults a dull
panel,
Or cries "It's war!" while he works the
back channel,
But coolly admits that each path has upsides,
Like choosing 'tween beers, college majors,
or sides.
.
The Iranians' trouble? They're unwilling to
flex,
To take things with humor and without
touchy vex.
The Brits take their ship and their prez
gets all huffy,
Ayatollahs bug-eyed and faces all puffy.
It's only a ship, they've got more whence
it came;
Like the kid who lost homework, they sound
pretty lame.
.
Their threats are a bore as are tit-for-tat
plays,
Which take up more time and spoil the
crews' days,
What'll the Brits do? Cut it up for cheap
scrap?
Make it a fern bar or a house for dirt rap?
That's how wars start, see, when impatience
reigns,
If Iran just chilled, they'd see reward for
their pains.
.
That's what Don means: just let things take
their course,
Delegate out stuff, bet on more than one
horse.
Wars come and go, yeah, they're a pain in
the butt,
But they have some charm if your regime's
in a rut,
They pick up your numbers and make you look
great,
Put opponents to rout and help you lose
weight.
.
So Don is comfy watching how the wind blows,
Sweating Iran and watching how Wall Street
rose,
The best June since Caesar, like a
well-oiled machine,
An economy like no soul's ever seen,
So this business of war he takes not too
serious,
Unlike Iran with their long-beards
delirious.