Donald Trump holds court while Justin Trudeau, Emmanuel Macron, Angela Merkle, and Theresa May, then Kim Jong Un react to his provocations and flattery

Spoken: Bill Shakespeare once said “All the world’s a stage and all people are merely players.”
Well Shakespeare was wrong, and I’ll tell you why with this song…

Whenever I utter a word whether its profound quite absurd
Everything is analyzed
Whether spoken with my voice or I tweet my words of choice
The media are hypnotized
What’s he saying? What’s it mean? Whats he up to? That’s obscene!
They’re all cackling on my stage

I show up to the meeting With a backhand for a greeting
For I just put tariffs on their steel
Angela was awfully mad Justin politely sad
They couldn’t believe that this was real
They all agreed but I said no I had another place to go
I left them jilted on my stage

So I flew to Singapore To do what no one’s done before
I prepared to meet with Kim
He’s really not that bad Like the son I never had
I’ve got chemistry with him
All he wanted, so you see Was to be pictured next to me
He wanted his time upon my stage

All the world is now my stage and you are all my players
I’ll write you on the script’s next page as heroes or betrayers
I’m full of sound and fury but I am in no hurry
For my to-morrow and the door
I’ll strut and fret upon my stage I am the tempest that will rage
Until my slings and arrows are no more

Spoken: It took me a little while to figure this out, but I’ve got this down cold now:

Before I board my plane I say something insane
Something that really makes a splash
Like NATO’s obsolete Or set up May for her defeat.
Or that every county owes us cash
I say to Putin let’s stop the shooting For my election he was rooting
He bought his time upon my stage.

When I get there, they’re confused I don’t care ‘cus I refuse
To let them shine upon my stage.