He liked a little giggle,

To ease his nagging pain;

He giggled at the Middle East,

He giggled at Ukraine.

 

He giggled at the climate’s pranks,

And at the unemployed;

He giggled at inflation,

At communities destroyed.

 

He giggled at the experts,

Predicting doom and gloom;

He giggled at the warheads,

Directed at his room.

 

He giggled at the cinders

Of annihilated wealth,

And, floating up above the fray,

He giggled at himself.