Why I'M Biding My Time - In Trumps Own Words

You may well ask where am I, Am I engaged or fully checked out, Take a seat, happy to clarify, Placate your mind, dispel any doubt. I'm Biding my time and that's not a joke, Giving the old guy time to implode, He's senile and tired, befuddled and woke, Any wires remaining will for sure overload. The Border is crumbling, COVID runs wild, Afghanistan gone, China supreme, Kamala in hiding, lost and beguiled, Progressives now surging their wishlist extreme. Nancy grandstanding, Chuck babbling loud, Cuomo shot down, who would have known, Just goes to show it's good to be proud, If your cover is solid and not wholly blown. I'm mulling and watching disasters untold, Inflation unbridled, crime running wild, The Media's support from lukewarm to cold, Uncle Joe's moods ever more riled. Well may you ask why I seldom now speak. The answer is simple and easy to grasp, Time is my friend as you see week by week, And eventually bites like a poisonous Asp.