Ronald Reagan Wore Diapers Poem by Raj Dronamraju

If it makes you feel more secure and better about yourself
You can name an airport after your unipolar supremacy
Your secondhand fascism farmed out to the local teams

And when they turn around and start attacking you by name
You've won because you've made it about a person rather than ideology

You took the senile old fool out of B movies
And you smeared a ton of brylcream in his hair
And you gave him a few funny lines to repeat regardless of the situation
And this was your successful figurehead

And big business smiled
And the military smiled
And a plastic surgeon carved a smile on Nancy's waxy visage as she remembered her years as the #1 groupie
And the actor in his golden years hardly knew where he was

And a country of the simpleminded and greedy proudly embraced genocide, dictatorship, and human rights violations as fighting communism
And they proudly kicked poor people in the head as lazy
And they batted around ethnic stereotypes to push us apart

And the drooling elderly mental deficient
Thinks in terms of audience
His memories flash on and off
He responds to applause instinctively, naturally

Later, he'll be fed strained banana like a baby
They'll change his diapers as handlers throw out talking points like stray words to a parrot
The evil empire, he spits up on his bib