Vile Rank

There will never be a ship
Named Trump in US Navy
Unless it has a Kremlin flag
And steam powered hamberders

 My great uncle the rear admiral
Would smack Dons faux epaulettes
Off his bathtub were he alive

I'd sick my Lt Colonel uncle
On sick Drumpf if our potus weren't
Bone spur impaired

I'd tell my corporal dad
To sharpshoot Dim Dong if
I believed violence worked.

I'd teach my daughters
Less magic and more PR
Skills if you weren't
The problems coloring book guru
And their crayons torn
Paper