Who Then Will They Blame-In Trump's Own Words

Defeated , deflated, despondent, degraded, All fun out the door, Am I mad to want more? Hyenas all circling, Baying and burbling, They hunt for a thrill The chase and the kill. Bombarded, lambasted, Prodded and tested, My world pandemonium, Surrounded by odium. I've worked and I've tried For greatness I've strived, So little compassion Today's angry fashion. All I now say, All I now do, Battered and burned, No sympathy earned. Yet on I go, I toil and I sow, For a better tomorrow Masking my sorrow. But let the chips fall, I'll weather this squall, I'm great at this game Who then will they blame?