The time has come, the walrus said, to talk...

This time, it's personal; the walrus fumes
Trump wouldn't bomb Iran as he'd advised.
Retired, he's focusing on Trumpty's Doom
his notepads document a thousand lies. 

John Bolton longs for the Apocalypse

with Christ triumphantly astride the Earth.
Like Flynn, he goaded Trump, but scored a "miss";
he brings less gravitas than he does girth.

A failed Rasputin couldn't sway his Tzar

and now attempts to cut him down, instead.

But Trump and Pency-poo and William Barr

have put a price of Bolton's hoary head.

America's long nightmare has no end

as long as Barr treats Trumpty as a friend.