Outgoing President a Disaster

Fired shots that smelt not their target, Gold digger far away from nugget; Plight of the masses fought the wrong way: Not one of them did meet a bright day... Your pictures in offices fidget, The days left I count with each digit. You have the ship steered; You've had your say But the whole thing looks perfect child's play. What more would one want to analyze? It might even lips paralyze. Not a single thing will normalize: "More Hardship!" If I should summarize. A wonder you did that legislate: What won't my punishment mitigate; We all saw what figures indicate Which dull child can't the problems locate? Outgoing president: A Disaster: Eight years back dying to be Master...