It was a bright cold day in January
And the clocks were striking thirteen.
At the Western Front, the crowds, they gathered,
To swear in a nectarine.
The nectarine was neither sour or sweet.
In fact, he could be either.
The nectarine said he ruled the market place
Though old kapustniki was his leader.
In his speech under an orange sunshine
He stood and talked a lot.
He talked until yellow moonshine
He talked about what not.
“I am really rich,
Get on great with the blacks
Thank you Harold Hamm, Dana White, Robert Kraft.
Thank you America.
I never said I had your back, only mine.”