Trump and Vance come waltzing in chest puffed out for the attack
Zelenskyy on the side lines not allowed to answer back
They’re accusing him of treason the irony crystal clear
Their brain controlled by Putin Is it greed or is it fear?
Oval Office showdown, big egos in the room,
Putin in the shadows, preparing Ukraine’s tomb,
Zelenskyy didn’t wear a suit, so truth will have to get the boot,
When hypocrisy is the fashion, logic becomes moot.
Trump’s hair slicked back, JD’s boots shine bright,
Zelenskyy's eyebrows high, not ready for the smite
Putin on their speed dial, aggressor now the victim
First they knocked Zelenskyy down then they went ahead and kicked him
Oval Office showdown, big egos in the room,
Putin in the shadows, preparing Ukraine’s tomb,
Zelenskyy didn’t wear a suit, so truth will have to get the boot,
When hypocrisy is all the fashion, logic becomes moot.
Vlad’s ghost in the walls, whispering dictation,
Trump and Vance delivering in lockstep syncopation,
Zelenskyy standing firm, truth in his conviction,
Facing twisted accusations, history turned to fiction.
Trump insists they’re playing cards, JD’s got the Joker,
Trump thinks he’s got aces, that makes him the power broker
Zelenskyy is as cool as ice, handling the heat,
The puppets stick to script, dance to Putin’s beat.
This satirical piece, rich in political references and irony, portrays the Oval Office meeting as a theater of hypocrisy, where Zelensky—a symbol of resistance—is attacked by those who supposedly represent freedom. Putin appears as the hidden director, and the whole thing reveals a dramatic game of appearances.