A meeting of the misanthropes took place in gilded suite,
Where East and West did chew the fat, while dancing tweet to tweet.
The huddle was unplanned for; twas a twinge that threw a spark.
It hadn’t any gravitas -- its duration but a quark.
Gavels banged and shuffled papers gave the goobers there
A lucid explanation for their leaders’ ghastly hair.
And so it came to pass that, lo, the very first decree
They acted on was killing all the barbers locally.
Then they had a dinner of roast hoodwink and boiled smirk,
Washed down with great bottles of the very best pure murk.
Next morning they talked turkey till they gobbled Jennie-O,
Deciding to build rockets that to Narnia would go.
But then, alas, the Dude of Dudes (or Dud of Duds, perhaps)
Ordered up some kimchi with proprietary apps.
This in turn did madden Sqaushy Face to such extent
He spun around in seungmu all his fury so to vent.
The Secret Service thought the dance was terroristic, so
They pulled out their bazookas and put on a noisy show.
When the smoke had cleared twas found that ev’ry chowderhead
Was blasted into jelly paste and probably was dead.
When the news reached Pyongyang and then Washington D.C.
They had the biggest party that the world will ever see.
And just to make things perfect all the kewpie dolls rebelled
And marched upon the NRA and ev’ry member felled.
Now at last the world’s at peace; the Pax Facebook holds sway --
The swords are beat to water pipes and bulls shout out ‘ole!’
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