Donald stands atop his high tower, gazing to the East,
That sense of unease that things are going west increased,
For Don that ever-changing Arabian tale no longer charms- Just when he thought he’d wrapped ten billion up in arms.
Yeah, its a great tragedy that a journalist’s life has been lost,
But we count on Donald, Prince that he is, to count the cost, He’s diplomatically waiting for what a Saudi inquiry will reveal-
Yes, its crude, one life for billions in weapons- but what a deal!
I took pleasure in seeing the boss kick Julia’s ass out the door;
My one regret is not putting in a few myself, to even the score,
But no, I’d kick myself if I didn’t regret doing one thing more
And that’s seeing her off with my size nine from the sixth floor.
At the rally Donald took the sword
To the testimony of Ms Blasey Ford,
How high Donald’s rhetoric soared-
From his lips the scorn petulantly poured.
See how his red-capped rabble rousers applaud
The irreverent words of the man adored,
The cheap shots and low blows Don scored-
Shouldn’t his deplorable words be deplored?
No, Don don’t believe some conniving broad-
Nor those mean #me too chicks who sew discord-
Don’s happy to let Brett take the Supreme award
And welcome another rich red-faced man aboard.
But there are some words Don’s pointedly ignored-
Loans Don got from Fred before he went to his final reward-
Up there, on high (or more likely, down with the Dark Lord,)
All FAKE NEWS, Don swears solemnly, a TOTAL fraud.