Thank you, all the same

Thank you Mr President, for your guts.
Yes we died our hearts believing the truth.
Yes you did well, better clap for yourself.

Your words are sounding like one King named Knuts,
don’t ever forget, don’t forget your youth
Whereas the promises from your bookshelf.

Thank you very much for those Eagles butts
They chewed not their grains cause they lost that tooth,
Their thinking had no caps, it bore no self.

Thank you all the same, there’s blood from our cuts,
Nothing can heal, not even the vermouth.
Give us Thanos hand, send it via an elf.

And we’ll rewind time so we say it well
You know what they say, when we each excel

Ruddapoet Rudolph