The Loser

The loss: A slap to his face He’s now been put in his place A pandemic let loose Cooked his own goose To the world he is a disgrace He lived in a house made of cards Inside it he planted petards Believed his own hype Blew his own pipe His support all came from retards He’s never known such a defeat His ego no longer in tweet Flattened, you see By voter decree Awarded for conceit and deceit Status and privilege are gone Ripped from ol’ “Donald John” Neither deserved Neither preserved It’s what you give to a “Con”.