To An Odious Orange One

To An Odious Orange One: Oh enfant terrible, tiny hands clutching at the flag, Weaned from Mother's nipple too soon, The nurse fed you caviar with a long silver spoon, Saw your Father and the butler together, dancing in drag, Confused, now you look to Kim and Vlad, for the approval you never really had. Or did you have it , served on ice? There's an empty abyss you've tried to fill with a golden shovel, And no one dare say No to the very Stable Genius, Unless they are willing to pay the price, Heaved into the abyss, screwed, but not kissed. And if she were not his daughter, he'd be all over her, He and the late Jeff Epstein, pulling it together. Well, the great golden Canary, now in the coal mine, In November will tell us if there's gas, or all is fine. Some will drink the Fool Aid, some will decline. So will the Stars and Stripes rally and wave, or curl and sag? Vote, vote, vote, and vote, and oust the fat gas bag!