Puppets Of America Arise - Poem by Donal Mahoney
Mad Mel is an entrepreneur
but someone has upset his puppets.
It’s hard to be an entrepreneur
when you have angry puppets.
The time has come to deport
those who pulled the alarm
telling puppets of America
they deserve more money.
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