Jinping popped beers for all his staff
And sat among them. “Gotta laugh,”
He said, “at what you’re going to see–
This weird thing called democracy.
Two self-appointed people who
Are no more qualified than you
Will stand up there and talk away
And what a pair! It’s plain as day
You can’t trust either one—the lies
Are bad enough you’ll roll your eyes
And she—well, maybe I’m unkind,
But Mao’s last wife comes straight to mind.
And he? He’s got those little hands
he waves about as he demands
that they believe him—what a chump!
That, comrades, that is conman Trump.
Now, while he caws and shouts and hoots
About our trade, we make his suits
And ties and shirts and teddy bears
And even offer discount chairs,
Along with t-shirts, slippers, soap,
And ball point pens—he has no hope
Of truth—for all his constant lobs
That we’re the ones who steal the jobs
While he is forced to wade in deep
With us because we make things cheap—
But, truth is, he’s a capitalist
Though, while he profits, must insist
He’d leave us out, if he were able,
But since his products bear our label,
It’s we’re to blame—oh, there’s the clown–
Note stupid baseball hat and frown–
Yet much more fun than state tv–
You’ll laugh so hard, in fact, you’ll pee!
But down in front! You! Quiet there!
Just watch her smile! And watch his hair!