Drumpf Digs Dictatoheads (Unpub)

I’m “Oh My God!” for you, Assad,
though Adolf’s still my boy.
Signor’ Benito…? Neat! Tho’
cats call’d 'Castro' never cloy.
(Ceausescu…? Needs a rescue.
Yes, my cess crew I’ll deploy.)
 
I dig Duterte’s dastardlys
and Erdogan’s eclat.
Francisco faded wa-a-a-a-ay to soon.
I loved Gaddafi’s hat.
(I’m into hats: my hair’s a hat.
Hussein’s hat...? Where it’s at!)
 
I’m mad for Idi. Such a sweetie!
Uncle Joe, as well.
The Jongs (-il, -un) and Kraprayoon:
you boyos bang my bell.
Hey, Leonid! (I miss ya, kid –
more since your big wall fell.)
 
My man Mugabe! (Hey, there, Bobby:
keep Zimbabwe swingy!)
My pal Nikita’s señoritas
let you grab their thingy!
The two Okellos…? Lovely fellows.
(Putin…? Cute, tho’ clingy.)
 
Nguyen Ai Quoc…? Hey, Doc: you rock!
Say! Have you met Raul…?
Sese Seko’s on the take…? Oh,
well: he’s no one’s fool.
Tafari (he became Selassie):
that man’s born to rule.
 
The Urbans, Popes…? You’re not the dopes
some make you out to be.
Vargas…? Win…? Good friends you’ve been –
like mother’s milk to me.
Nor can I say too much today
about my buddy Xi.
 
Yo! Yayah Kahn! Yeah, you’re “me mon.” 
If you can’t do it, who…?
My Mao Zedong…? No, folks aren’t wrong:
I cherish chairmen, too.
Each I'll outdo before I’m through:

the whole muhfunkin' crew!