Let’s hope all rockets Kim releases
end up too as useless pieces.
Let all waste fall in yellow sea
and be no threat to you or me.
It’s time Kim fed the hungry throng…
not beat his chest…pretend he’s strong.
We offered him our food as aid.
He responds with broken blade.
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