My obsession just to win, in Trump’s own words

My head is in a spin, My obsession just to win, I'm driven and I'm mad All I smell is gushing blood. I feel I'm in a surreal game That shooting sort - so very lame, Where targets pop-up all around, Nothing ever out of bounds. What's good for them is great for me, I'll deftly flatten all I see, From rabid lawyers to media hacks, I relish all their wild attacks. For unbridled as they are They alone propel me far, Every moment of every day From their lips my name they say. Isn't that just simply grand, As for every blow they land Folks just rally to my side Ferral wokes unable to abide. I'm a fighter - all see that, Unlike Joe that doddering dud. Yes I'm tired - who wouldn't be, But now the end I clearly see. With the White House in my grasp, I doubt I'll even need to ask, They'll plead with me to take the keys Given Biden's on his knees. So while my enemies do the dance, The time is near for me to prance. They'll squeal and holler with all their might, With me cheerleading at the sight. I'll seal this race and do it quick By any means and every trick. Count me out at your great peril, Not great odds even for the Devil.