If you ever make a piñata in John Bolton's image,

and, affixing orange toilet brush bristles to its upper lip, say,

I dub thee John Bolton,

it will deserve every whack you give it.

But when its ejected contents begin to tumble,

unidentifiable by Humans, God, or the Devil,

do not stop to stoop, or, heaven forbid, to unwrap,

Flee!  Flee!

Lest you like he,

mainly through idiocy

become one of the stupidest,

most dangerous people in the World.