Donald stood to give his State of the Union speech,
Deep into ‘Mericans hearts and minds he’d reach,
Mike Pence sat on Don’s right, beaming with pride,
And Nancy Pelosi off to his left, the thorn in his side,
Donald’s latest pain in the breech.
As Don talked of working as one, of bipartisanship
The stout lectern trembled in his white-knuckled grip,
And when he spoke of compromise, of give and take
Both lectern and Nancy inwardly groaned ‘gimmie a break,’
Then back to familiarity Don began to slip.
Praises to his great Presidency he long and hubristically sung,
Every drop of fear about his precious border he wrung,
For eighty odd minutes he ploughed over once hallowed ground
But not Don nor his base heard that echoing empty vessel sound,
‘Nary a flicker of doubt ’bout that forked tongue.
After two days of using a lame ‘blame lies on many sides’ defence
After the denouncing of White Racism by the likes of Mike Pence,
After a st- stuttering start Don is giving ’em a piece of his mind.
After a great deal of thought he’ll leave their KK-kind behind.
He says it, it must be said, with deep regret,
They’re core voters and he owes ’em a debt,
Will his hurtful words hurt the Alt Right?
Will their torch for Don burn as bright?
Without relish he mouths the words some lackey wrote,
Speaking loud enough, yet his voice retains a baffled note,
Recited without so much as an apology for it being ever so late,
Don, dragging ’em through gritted teeth does make Americans grate.