High Fives All Round - In Trump's Own Words

I’m walking on cloud nine My victory divine, To the legions full of haters And the Media’s nasty baiters, All I say is ‘told you so’ Go ahead and all eat crow! A new dawn has now arisen Gone the shackles of this prison, Euphoria’s clearly not the word But the best of those I’ve heard To describe my sense of glee That I’d simply call ‘Whoopee’. I’m the toast of this fine town The cat’s undoubted super meow, Handshakes everywhere galore, High-fives and fist bumps by the score, I’m the man of this momentous hour Discarding doubts as to my power. , All this money gone to waste Accusations spat in haste, But isn’t Karma such a , The perfect lesson for that witch That her loss was fair and square, If all just won but by a hair, If truth be told while so elated That my victory is feted, The greater joy this moment brings Where my heart unbridled sings, Is the sound of wailing voices Bemoaning Democrat’s bad choices. Such sore losers, slimy worms That wriggle constantly like germs, Feeding on lies and innuendo With predictable crescendo, For it to all come crashing down Leaving me the smile, they the frown.