by Julia Griffin

“Mohammed, do you sleep at night? How do you sleep?” [Trump] said, addressing the 39-year-old crown
prince, who was seated directly across from him in the audience. … The crowd applauded as Trump said:
“He’s your greatest representative, greatest representative. And if I didn’t like him, I’d get out of here so fast.
You know that, don’t you? He knows me well. I—I like him a lot. I like him too much.”
—CNBC

Mohammed, Mohammed, O how do you sleep?
O how do you sleep so at night?
Ah, Donald, ah, Donald, our friendship’s so deep,
I’ll gift you my secret outright:

There’s lots I don’t think of on laying me down:
Beheadings, behandings galore;
The floggings to death for insulting the Crown;
The blood on an embassy floor;

There’s media silenced, arrests without proofs,
And children found slaughtered in jail,
With nameless intransigents bundled off roofs,
Or tortured for not being male.

I’m telling you, Donald, for brotherhood’s sake,
Delighted you hold me so dear;
Forgetting these things, I do not stay awake;
There’s nothing I can’t disappear.

Mohammed, Mohammed, I like you, I do,
If not, I’d get going so fast!
Ah, Donald, ah, Donald! United, we two
Will jointly outdistance the past.