Some Advice for Iran

Got a call this week from my homeboy Al:
Head Honcho Ali Kha', of Iran, et. al.
Worried was Al about attacks from Don J.,
Who dares all and sundry to please make his day,
'Cause lately bureaucrats Don's been deploying
From the Department of War, guys truly annoying.
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"What's that guy smoking? Is he out of his mind?
We can turn his ships into the finest pork rind,
We'll flatten all bases within five thousand klicks,
And then total Israel just for the kicks.
Still, my spies just argue, Allah won't opine.
C'mon, Phil: the skinny on Washington's line."
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Well, you can't give an ayatollah bad advice,
So first off I told Al to chill and think twice.
"Just do some PR that sends chills up Yank spines,
Talk body-bags and coffins and backyard shrines,
Widows wondering about why we're so rash,
Anything that'll cause a national backlash."
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"You think that will do it?" Al asked with some doubt.
"Are you kidding?" I said. "Trump will fold with a pout,
Squawk that Congress defends not our sweet nation,
Knowing full well he can't commit more tarnation.
His base above all rejects faraway war,
OK, airstrikes don't count: others deal with the gore."
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"So you guys are squeamish about Yankee blood?"
"Al, one drop will make a shattering thud.
What Don has to avoid are boots on the ground
In places where mortars and rifles abound.
'Commies' and 'democracy' no longer cut it.
Without a new shtick, they'll tell Don to shut it."
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"So you think this is all Don's shrieking and guff?"
"Al, tell your Cabinet it's all just a bluff.
As long as you all keep your nerve and don't shoot,
(And there's no false flag by some creep in cahoot'),
You can go down to Hormuz and wave to the troops,
Bored on their ships and prob'ly feeling like dupes."