Trumps Fired

“I’m fired” are the simple words he spoke, While sitting in a cold oval room, “I’m fired” are thoughts that dribbled on down, Amongst all the doom and the gloom, In an office void of any real people, An office now stripped down to bare, An office where good had been stripped from the wall, Now nobody good was there, He sat there alone nobody to blame, Amongst hundreds of thousands of dead, And he looked in the mirror at nothing at all, And “I’m fired” are the words that he said.