Dear Mister Kim
I’m at it again
Love you to pieces
You sack of raw feces
You think you’re King Kong
‘Cause you’ve got The Big Bomb
But remember Kong’s Fate
He fell from Emp’ State
Shot down from a ‘bye’-plane
Not even an eye strain
We shot his dumb ass
Took only one pass
And Rat-a-tat-tat
Then he went splat
In flames he did tumble
No King of the Jungle
Your last act’s the same
We’re tired of your game
So here’s our fair warning
You’ll be in mourning
For loss of your State
And we’ll think that’s great
Goodbye North Korea
And that’s panacea
Our simple solution
To speed execution
No biplane comes knocking
Yet something more shocking
Is heading your way
You will rue the day
My rhyme’s now concluded
But don’t be deluded
The ending draws nigh
So say your goodbye
Your death’s coming soon
Mister Jong Un