Fit for office or bloated fryer?
Rhetoric burning, getting dire?
Fist raised higher and higher.
Big/ Small crown, town crier.
Be careful what you wish.
Served cold is our last dish.
Last chance, give us a kiss.
Call off your plot clot or rot.
Put that rattle down it's hot.
One last shot, believe it or not.
We want you to buy our shit.
In Pyongyang this poem's a hit!
C'mon Kim! I got denim and tea.
You're not so tough, set yourself free.