Here's an invasion we can all get behind,
And not one that looks like a twenty-year grind
In a hot, dry desert amidst rock, sand and dust,
But with beaches and palm trees, the rum-punch a must!
Folks are friendly, your high-school Spanish will do,
Finally, an invasion we can put our hearts to!
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Yes, Cuba is ripe for a good mili-kapow:
Castros with Maduro in a New York hoosgow.
Handcuffs, chains, jumpsuits,the judge can't hide his smirk,
As he ignores their cries and of them makes short work.
The Times applauds, the Journal says, "About time!"
Only old lefties'll call the invasion a crime.
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After sixty years, those Castro commies are toast,
Lined up in the courtroom for a legal spitroast,
While "victoria" do Yankees proclaim as one:
A chant unheard since the defeat of the Hun,
And even Don's critics begrudgingly nod
Lest they get fired, tarred as stupid and odd.
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You can watch the amenities slowly take shape:
Reports of corruption while Cubans must scrape,
No freedom, no money, the commies have it all,
Salaries are a joke, the econ's in free-fall,
Except their espionage, the CIA tells:
It's first-rate, Mossad-level, with hundreds of cells!
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Yeah, those damn commies starve their people and keep
A security struc' that controls every peep,
Every peep foreign and domestic to boot,
To destroy the capitalist world and its loot,
Serving the hot interests of Russkies and Chinese,
Who'd like nothing better than to make the West sneeze.
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OK, the energy embarg's been a bit cruel,
Illegal, of an order not all based on rule,
But needed to soften the regime and its hold,
Which Cubans will thank us for getting to fold.
If Don brings it off, we'll forgive the Iran thing,
Greenland, the Arch, even that gold Oval bling.
