thoughts of Kim Jong-un
the army will never pardon all those who disobey the order of the Supreme Commander
you want him toppled, don't you?
the fat boy with the missiles at us
at us? but we're so far...
in Seoul, a different story
half the country's there
and just across the border
what is he, out of history? footnote joke
in the making, how can one like him be so?
he is the slave master, spoiled one
the poisoner of brothers, uncles
call him Pudge
the gulag monster
you want him for the evil one, veritable Voldemort
how we fawn on folly, waste, conspicuous consumption
he lives in 'Central Luxury Mansion'
does that sound like someone else you know?
his zombie people we can't see
the hermits are all robots now
he smokes, he limps, he tucks in too
oh, he is a beast!
you want laid low, gone like Gaddafi
hanged like Saddam, all burned up like Hitler
he makes China look so mild
he gives the Yanks a reason
forget about everything Japan once did
that's all so long ago
he's a danger to his people
he's a danger to himself
you'd like to go right up to him
spit in his eye, give him a piece of your mind
he's farce of the past
he's tinpot steampunk
it's as if he were the statue
of what it is we have to topple
who is it does the deifying?
all the world's press bend to this brat
no need to think of policy
we just have thoughts of him
under that roly-poly exterior
he parties all night like daddy did
sauna in the morning
his hacked missiles fall limp to the sea
this one really entertains
he divides all your attention
you wouldn't know him from Adam – that's good
he likes to wipe out near relations
even to the seventh generation
he has biblical aspirations
you want to poke him, don't you?
want to tug on his todge to see if he'll squeal
want to tickle him
take away his ball
play piggy in the middle
you want to stick out a leg
and trip him, you want to see him fall
but what if he does? what if he were gone?
who would we look to next?