The News In Poetry Day 17: Gifts For Kim Jong Un

We packaged up water pistols.
Neon green super soakers.
Boxed up Paintball guns
And their lurid cartridges.

We bought vats full of plasticine
And boxes of Lego
Taped to them blueprints
For great, turgid towers.

We bundled together scores
For rousing musicals
And sent choreographers
And voice coaches
With them

Out to Pyongyang.

And we praised the fat towers
That the little prince built

And we ran in mock fear
As he sprayed us with paint

We applauded and cheered
As he capered and sang.

For there’s nothing more dangerous, or sad

Than a scared little boy
Who can instigate nuclear war.
And just wants to live up to his dad.