In realms of idiotic tweets and golden towers high,
there lived a man who loved to amplify
his voice, his deeds, his every little whim,
with hands so tiny and tango’d skin.
cartoon hair like fine spun gold
fixed by product with concrete hold
he’d build a wall across the land
but alas the reality, not so grand
it was eight feet high and 4 inches thick
whilst all around thought he was a dick
with wandering hands and a roving eye,
sexual assault charges were piling high
with dodgy deals and dodgier friends
and a demeanour that generally offends
he strutted on stages, this reality show star
fuelling hate with a right wing repertoire
his words were grand, his promises bold,
yet truth oft found itself out in the cold.
he'd boast of deals, of victories won,
but scrutiny revealed much was undone.
from covfefe tweets to coveting praise,
he danced in controversies, a never-ending craze.
with each proclamation, a headline anew,
his name plastered bold, in red, white, and blue.
his second term wasn’t won as planned
his votes were miscounted, felt that he was scammed
that Biden had beaten him fair and square
never occurred to him or his heirs
he wouldn’t accept what the people had thought
that they were stupid or easily bought
so incited a riot in Washington town
this fucking idiot, this classless clown.
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