THE DONALD

Oh what a marshmallow figure he cuts
A combed-over hot air balloon of a putz
The very ideal of orangutan man
An orange-y presence, the shit in the fan
With an oversized ego as large as his waist
A sour expression – complexion of paste
A blurter of nonsense – of witless ideas
Of bluster and babbled bombastic veneer
Of shoot from the lip tearing all truth to shred
With the gall to repeat ‘I stand by what I said”
Of fortune that daddy amassed and passed on
Inherited millions to fall back upon
Oh Donald, my Donald do you have a clue
Just what it’s like hearing someone like you
Do you ever hear what comes out of your maw?
Do you ever hear the collective guffaw?
Of course you do but you just don’t give a shit
You dish out your crap for the morons to eat
These loonies who fall for the glitz and the glower
Yokels who swear you’re the man of the hour
But some of us know you’re a hot-air balloon
The elephant sucking the air from the room.

Amazing the load of bad taste you’ve acquired
Go back to your Trump Tower penthouse “you’re fired!”

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