'Live And Let Die' Baby Tariffs For All Poem by Mark Heathcote

Trump tours a mask factory on May 6,2020, during the height of COVID-19.
It might as well have been a blind leading the factory for all we've seen.
He is a master of the exaggerated, much like his empire and ego.
He'd even have taken on Jens Stoltenberg back then, the head of NATO.
But even I struggle to completely dislike the man, if you really must know.
'Live and Let Die' blared as the factory executives put on a real show.
Solidarity under fire of arms. It's the new protocol; it's how we must grow.
Let's have another cappuccino and discuss the next three. Amigos in Mexico
Let's call a new summit of the (NALS) and tell them how it goes from here on in.
'Live and Let Die' baby tariffs for all, even if you can't afford anything foreign
Or even home-grown eggs anymore; we'll still build that isolation wall.
Truly, it's what's best for all. Trump left Phoenix's N-95 mask plant standing tall.
Head and shoulders above the minions, the thrall destination like a cannonball
'Live and Let Die', he blares even to this today, come what may, his endless banal
Lives on with the chorus of his ongoing song tariff's-tariff's-tariff's
'Live and Let Die': we are the strong; dismiss law enforcement and all the sheriffs.
The Wild West is on the brink of chaos again, but not for the do-gooders.
The zealots have taken all the ballot boxes; the rest of the world are freeloaders.
It's time to make America great again and take back the reins.
Whilst everybody else stands back and complains
COVID-19 has taken on even more deadly, toxic strains.