Trump Thinks He's General Custer - In Biden's Own Words As Regards Hunter

So what I helped a bit, Turned a blind eye, Have I not always taught him To reach for the sky? He’s a good boy, Maybe just lost, But he tries so darn hard Little knowing the cost. I must though admit I too was quite thrown By the sheer huge amounts Of payments since shown. And then here comes Trump Full of his bluster, Figuring we’re the Indians And somehow he’s General Custer. I know facts aren’t his bag, He’s short with the truth, But even he can’t deny Custer’s end was uncouth. Peppered with arrows, Stripped to the skin, A little demeaning To want to be him? But then I forget The guy’s a big star And with make-believe He’s clearly gone far. Time for a reckoning, My boot’s on my foot A strong upward kick And he’ll surely stay put.