Tragic are the North Koreans,
Living lives of hopeless peons,
Decade after decade whilst
Kim Jong Il, the very vilest
Whack-job if there ever was one,
Sinks them into deprivation.
Sure, a million-member army,
Sycophantic, sleazy, smarmy,
Want to see their good lives flower,
Therefore help him stay in power.
Still and all, don’t they have cousins,
Starving by the untold dozens?
Funds perhaps once food-specific
Rest beneath the vast Pacific
So to speak. A rocket’s payload
Failed to orbit though he bellowed
Loud to twenty million subjects:
Launch accomplished in all aspects.
Yet again, more plutonium;
And once more, U.N. odium.
Nonetheless, can countries harass
Someone no one can embarrass?
Luck may find it’s not worth trying.
Struck by stroke he might be dying.
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