Shakespeare’s Trump, Act III, Scene IV-VII

Scene IV

Enter KIM JONG UN, tweeting.

KIM JONG UN

It is no mere threat but a reality:

Beneath my finger Armageddon lies.

From my workstation’s timber quietude

To all U.S. municipalities,

My phalanx-flick could kill by atom-fire.

Enter TRUMP, tweeting.

TRUMP.

The North Korean leader, Kim Jong Un,

Has boasted he strokes button nuclear.

I know not what he reads or whom he hears.

Will citizens of his impov’rish’d land

Act as my heralds? Tell him buttons come

In many sizes, and mine is as large

And Jupiterean as any made,

And unlike his pin’s-prick, my button works.

TRUMP and KIM JONG UN begin to regard one another. Enter CNN REPORTER, tweeting.

CNN REPORTER.

There is no button, naught that one can press

In either leader’s office that might fall

’Neath pounding fist in frenzied fit of pique.

’Tis men, not things, that one should ever fear.

Their rage is Greek fire, burning all held dear. Exit.