POEM: Presidential Pillow Talk, Barr on the Neighboring Pillow

Ratta-tat tat. Teargas attack. And that, Billy-boy, is that!

I’d like to have an army, Bill,

that I could call my own,

an army I could move around

the country, from town to town,

 

and they would wear, like, uniforms,

camo or black or brown,

and scare the hell out of protestors

wherever they are found.

 

Ratta-tat tat. Teargas attack.

And that, Billy-boy, is that!

 

And I would like some tanks, Bill,

at least a hundred, maybe more,

your Sherman or your German Tiger,

(a lot of them are for sale),

 

and they could plow into and over

those Portland punks the way

they did back when the tanks drove

over protestors in Beijing’s Tiananmen.

 

Line ‘em up. Grind ‘em up.

And, Billy-boy, that’s a wrap!