“Well, that was fun,” he said, “now trump’s
The winner by my messing.
And, with my dazzling hacker’s skill
I’ve left the cretins guessing.”
His chair creaked as he leaned way back,
“I hope it makes them go nuts
To try to figure who I am!”
And grabbed a box of doughnuts
And filled his mouth, then took a swig
Of Pepsi, gulped, and giggled.
“They think it’s Putin!” double chins
Flapped, quivered, flopped, and jiggled.
“And so does he—he’s left a trail
Of praise for Vlad the Vicious
That, even if he tries to back
Away, it looks suspicious!”
A bag of chips then disappeared,
Likewise two bowls of chili,
A hoagie and six Twinkies were
All gobbled willy-nilly.
“It’s so ironic when he said
To satisfy his backers,
It’s just impossible to trace
The signature of hackers
And so it might be China now
Which has us at its mercy,
Or maybe it’s some extra-large
Computer guy from Jersey!
Revenge is sweet—the shit dumped me,
But now he’s got this shadow—
Is he a Putin puppet? what
A gift for Rachel Maddow!”
He laughed so hard his swivel chair
Near buckled with his weight.
“A blast, but now it’s time to run
My home, the Garden State.”