The Turkish president a murky little cunt

The year is 2-0-1-6

the country is Turkey
a disgrace to politics
the man is a murky,
murky little cunt, its president,
and a murky little cunt,
the centre of this incident.
He used to play football,
but knows nothing of fair-play,
for now he stirred up a brawl
by saying what one can say.
He used to sell lemonade
and sesame buns,
now the country is swayed
by his dictatorial stuns.
He is a liar,
he is a thief,
with a terrible desire
and a vile belief.
He is a little cunt,
an enemy of democracy,
just let him brunt
a bit of his own hypocrisy.
Here are his nots He knows not of kindness
- contrary to Bhmermann
he knows not of fondness,
not for others, not for Jan
He knows not of women,
he knows not of love,
he knows very little
and none of the above
because he cannot know,
because he cannot love,
and so hell wreak woe,
because he was not loved
that murky little cunt
that Turkish president,
the one the poets hunt,
the centre of this incident.