The Fools Think I'M Overtweeting - In Trump's Own Words

They don’t get it, bunch of fools Don’t they see how the media drools Over each and every tweet Crafted not to be discreet. Are they blind to my great skill Of bending media to my will, Time and again I pull that trick, And they fall over like a brick. My strategy’s sublime there’s no denial Prepped as a lawyer does for trial, I make a case and sell it strong, Daring them to call me wrong. And once they do they’re in my trap For all their energy I sap, Each falling over like ten pins To call out loud my litany of sins. Oh dear God isn’t that great How so easily they bait, Puffed like Adders full of bluster Regaling me with countless hours of laughter. But with their faces ever redder I’m invariably the header, For my words to sing out loud, To my all adoring crowd. So on I go merrily tweeting On a veritable shoestring, The investment now all theirs Fully answering my prayers.