Dear Mr. Assange,
I wrote a poem for you:
There once was a man named Assange
Who was more than a little bit strange
He publishes leaks
And havoc he wreaks
Trump's taxes seem out of his range.
*Extra syllable. Sorry.
In other words, darling: I don't give a rat's ass about WikiLeaks' latest batch. Frankly, we've got bigger problems right now.
Grow some cojones and publish the tax returns already.
P.S. If you rearrange the letters of your name, it reads: "NASA is a jungle". Coincidence? Something's going on!
P.P.S. It also reads: "Glue a ninja ass". Something still going on. Sad!