Bibi to Donald on Gaza

                                   

                                    To the tune of “Let Us Break Bread Together on Our Knees”

 

                                    Let us moon the world together from DC.

                                    Let us moon the world together from DC.

                                    When I come to DC

                                    With my soiled clothes to clean,

                                    All your politicians fawn on me.

 

                                    Let us flaunt our genocide from DC.

                                    Let us flaunt our genocide from DC.

                                    When I come to DC,

                                    I'm more popular than at home.

                                    It's always a big ego trip for me.

 

                                    Let us give the world the finger from DC.

                                    Let us give the world the finger from DC.

                                    And when I'm in DC

                                    We'll meet with Ivanka's spouse

                                    To talk about his plans in realty.

 

David Martin

 

 

 

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