The Ballad of the Bus-Driver’s Banishment

The morning was damp and the soldiers were fleet

As they tip toed along on a Caracas street

Poor Nicolas Maduro was deep in a doze

In his very best nightshirt and ten hairy toes

Then came a clatter, a military boom

And Delta Force ruffians were there in his room

They dragged him away, his wife Cilia too,

Without so much as a how do you do.

They whisked them both off to the Iwo Jima ship

For a very expensive one way kind of trip

To a New York courtroom they’re destined to go

To answer for powder and things they shouldn't know

the man with the girdle and straw coloured mane

Is drunk on the power and high on disdain

He calls it the Donroe Doctrine, you see,

A twist on the old one for you and for me.

We’re running the shop! he says with a grin

Until we decide who the new folks are in.

And what of the oil, that thick, black delight?

It’s paying the bill for the fun of the night.

It won't cost a penny! the President cries

As he keeps a firm thumb on the Venezuelan skies.

But Delcy, the Deputy stands on the screen

And says it’s the barbarous thing she has seen

So if you’re a despot don't sleep in the nude

Lest the Special Forces decide to be rude

For the "New Dawn" is here with a kick to the pants

And a bill for the oil, the planes, and the dance