Who Then Will They Blame-In Trump's Own Words
Defeated , deflated,
despondent, degraded,
All fun out the door,
Am I mad to want more?
Hyenas all circling,
Baying and burbling,
They hunt for a thrill
The chase and the kill.
Bombarded, lambasted,
Prodded and tested,
My world pandemonium,
Surrounded by odium.
I've worked and I've tried
For greatness I've strived,
So little compassion
Today's angry fashion.
All I now say,
All I now do,
Battered and burned,
No sympathy earned.
Yet on I go,
I toil and I sow,
For a better tomorrow
Masking my sorrow.
But let the chips fall,
I'll weather this squall,
I'm great at this game
Who then will they blame?
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