If Don calls you rude does it mean that you're rude?
It would if Obama did: he's quite a dude,
But coming from Don, well, you don't take it poor,
It's like what he says about Latins, only more,
But in this case I've got to give him some cred,
On the nail he hit it with a scribe ill-bred.
For Jim A. was playing the journalist bold,
Asking hard questions but too manifold,
Talking the tough talk of the Cool Fifth Estate,
Not standing down, keeping on with his prate.
Standing before Trump what a figure he cut!
Which come his next contract will make his pay jut.
Later the White House threw a flag for holding,
Touching the mic lass while Donald was scolding,
As harassment goes, it was pretty thin fare,
A jostle you'd see on a bus anywhere,
But extra frames turned the scene to more sordid;
Jim lost his "hard pass," from White House deported.
CNN squalled and placed on Jim a crown,
He tweeted of "freedoms" and "We won't back down."
Yet ten miles have they backed from impartial takes,
Talking up capital, the corporate sweepstakes!
Putin is awful, North Korea scarce better:
The long-clanked clanking of neocon fetter.
So what, in sum, can we make of this mess?
A cantankerous prez and a posturing press,
A crude grab at the mic, a caress unwilled,
This answered with spite and diction unskilled,
In a town where everyone's glad to aggress,
While the planet rolls eyeballs -- but I digress.