Photo Op at the DMZ

(This poem can be sung to the tune of "Little Brown Jug.")

 

"Me and Kim Jong Un are friends;

Me and him, we made amends.

He rules with an iron fist--

Something that I can't resist.

 

(Chorus)

"Ha, ha, ha! Can’t you see?

We are making history.

Ha, ha, ha! Look at me!

I just crossed the DMZ!

 

"North Koreans live in fear.

Many often disappear.

Kim knows how to make 'em cower.

That is how he keeps his power.

 

(Chorus)

 

"Let's watch him as he revamps

His political prison camps.

Torture's carried out inside;

He says torture's justified.

 

(Chorus)

 

"Ultimate power goes to Kim.

He decides your fate at whim.

Sure, a few unlucky ones

Were killed by anti-aircraft guns.

 

(Chorus)

 

"When discussions reconvene,

Watch his propaganda machine.

Speaking up is not worthwhile.

Good chance you won't get a trial.

 

(Chorus)

 

"People here are thin, which means

They must eat a lot of greens.

Kim Jong Un is--I must state--

The only one who's overweight.

 

(Chorus)

 

"So he might have used starvation

To teach a lesson to his nation.

As long as they all give him praise,

They will live to see more days.

 

(Chorus)

 

"This is what he's demonstrated:

Human rights are overrated.

Still, I love to fantasize

That I'll get the Nobel Prize.

 

"Ha, ha, ha! Can’t you see?

We are making history.

Ha, ha, ha! Look at me!

I just crossed the DMZ!"

 

-by Bob B (7-1-19)