You watch Pompeo strengthen sanc's on Iran,
And threaten all countries that jump his full ban,
And wonder how long this theater will run,
Till on this great power does set the old sun,
'Cause 'round the whole planet impatience has grown
With the weight it's throwing, including Mike's own.
In Europe once again the sigh is quite audible,
As nobody there thinks the move is much laudable,
Or anyone else 'cept the yay-hoos Stateside,
Who've forgotten the fact they must law-abide,
And not just aggress 'cause it wows 'em on Fox,
Where they approve in baas, moos and doo-cocks.
You wonder how far Europeans will stretch
To adapt to Trump or the latest poor wretch,
Ordered by the Deep State to raise holy hell
Against a far country where most wish us well,
Since they have their own Deep and know common folk
Would rather do business than swift their eye poke.
What will happen if Mike fines a Frenchy?
I think they'll answer with something quite trenchy,
Since one thing's to push Euros into Afghan,
But fine them one euro and fit hits the shan,
So maybe old Europe will now take a stand,
And refuse to bang drums in Mike's Full-Sanc' Band.
When you have no hammer, prob's don't look like nails,
But more like the ho-hum of everyday ails,
Solved by blue suits with their water in bottles,
Not by Chuck Norris but bland Aristotles,
Who now abandon The One Indispensable,
Which pushes on with the true indefensible.