Unamerican

I am not an American But I have got the hump Not with all Americans Mainly with D J Trump. He has muddled my thinking. And turned my reasoning upside down, And wiped the smile from my face, Replacing it with a frown. He has an enormous ego, One that all can see Cult supporters follow everywhere he goes, And there is no more incredible leader than he. He talks a load of nonsense, That his followers believe. His way of Presiding It is impossible to conceive, A privileged life is all he has known, Perhaps this is why He acts like a King without a throne. He sings and dances, And makes silly gestures when on stage He hypnotises and "intrances" Some others are enraged Through his manipulation and power over some That's why most American Republicans, Look sad and highly strung. Who can blame them when it's plain to see All D J Trump is concerned with is Me Me Me. All he is concerned with is money and power, He doesn't stop conniving while sitting in his Ivory Tower. Counting all the cash That he takes from his cronies An enormous stash. D J Trump, your reign is about to end, People are gossiping about you and Say you have gone around the bend Around the bend, that road is mighty long Mental Institution or prison cell Where do you belong? Note Since when has intrance become an archaic word, I thought (in trance) explained itself perfectly.