Dear Mr. Assange

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

(But)*

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.

Expectantly yours,

Underemployed 

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!