An Orange man with launch codes
Sits at his desk.
Please sir, no! Not those!
Our nation requests.
The Great War they called it,
So he had to do better.
His heart frozen solid,
Thinks that he's so clever.
We know, yes we do,
Vlad cannot hide it.
We're seeing right through,
Fight the urge to riot.
All things fair and good,
We get right behind it.
And searched as I could,
Still could not define it.