Shtrump
Impotent (would-be) king sits on his golden throne
Except for his henchmen, he sits there alone
But the gold is tarnished as it never was real
Like everything in his life, the throne was something to steal
Professional grifter, con man extraordinaire
Clownish phony, complete with orange hair
Empty shell spewing lies mixed with martyr-whine
Idolized Hitler, thought him divine.
Turns out to be a toilet not a throne
So he’s in the ter where he’ll sink like a stone
If NY, DC, Miami and Atlanta prevail
The would-be king will release a mighty wail:
WITCH HUNT!
DEM STUNT!
But watch how Alvin, Jack and Fani won’t care
It’s his own deeds and words that have him caught in this snare
And for years to come, the righteous will have this story to tell:
Lie, cheat and steal and you can land in a cell!
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