Kim Poem by Francie Lynch

Some drive big cars,
Brag of deep scars
To prove they have big testes;
Some grow goatees,
Axe down huge trees,
Or chew on edible panties.
Real men, I've heard, eat Wheaties,
Enjoy lap dance stripteases,
Build towers with their empties,
The bravado is relentless.

Kim Jong Un,
Thinks his long
In his chunky hands.
He does private battle
With his androgynous name;
While playing with lead soldiers;
Unsheathing a stainless sabre,
Lighting up his candles,
To show he's macho manly.