What Numbers Really Count?
Fly high that flag,
Strike up that band,
Don don’t wanna brag
But ain’t US grand?
‘Merica still is Number One
When totting up the covid tally,
But don’t sum up, the fun’s just begun
As Dons supporters begins to rally.
Combine Britain, Italy and Spain
And USA stays top o’ the heap,
‘Merica beats Brazil by twice again,
But that’s a record Don can keep.
He’s unbelievably willing and able
To show us he’s a gen-u-ine genius,
Red based and so rock solidly stable;
So he oh so incessantly tells us.
In Donald’s Disunited States
Since this ‘little flu’ took hold
US surpassing all mortality rates
Ironically left many Don supporters cold.
Respectfully dropping standards to half-mast
Don knew what he had to do,
Donald acted, and acted fast
By opening up and smiling through.
But don’t you feel danged proud,
thrill chill your mortal soul
To repurpose Old Glory as a funeral shroud,
Helping hide a Memorable veterans toll?
One hundred thousand covid dead,
And lo, that number’s growing,
Unmasked, unchecked, see it spread
fu fickle winds a’blowing.
Through Don’s impressive leadership
The sad bad numbers keep on rising,
Don won’t let his impassive mask slip.
Figures; he’s quite adept at disguising.
Donny has surpassed the highest test,
‘Merica must always takes first place,
Amongst Don’s GreaT people he’s the best,
Their truly exceptional special case.
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Don stands shadowed by his flapping flag,
Teary of eye, tremulous of hand,
These numbers do make his shoulders sag-
He’ll never get his ball out of the sand.