#Tariff and trump

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“Dinner with the Donald”

Beneath chandeliers of crystal glare,

We dined in gold-gilt, marble air.

The steaks were thick, the ketchup near,

And tariffs danced like guests sincere.

“China,” he said, with a pointed knife,

“Has taxed our dreams, and sold us strife.

But fear not, friend, the deal is art—

A billion bucks, and that’s just the start.”

The table shook with every claim,

Each sip of Diet lit the flame.

“Steel must rise, and soy must fly,

We’ll build it tall, and touch the sky.”

Shrimp cocktails swirled with sweet decree,

While markets dipped in silent plea.

But at that feast, his voice rang proud,

A tariff tale told firm and loud.

And as I left that gilded hall,

With menus shaped like border walls,

I pondered trade, and deals so vast—

In Trump’s great feast, the check comes last.