Our confidence went in the tank,
And we have The Donald to thank.
Though we’re overspent,
Don’s dear One Percent
Will still do quite well at the bank.
Our confidence went in the tank,
And we have The Donald to thank.
Though we’re overspent,
Don’s dear One Percent
Will still do quite well at the bank.
The market? The tariffs will spoil it.
Don’s actions continue to roil it.
Next cut? With surety,
Social Security.
Retirement’s flushed down the toilet.
The Senate’s confirmed Kash Patel
And let’s all agree, gosh, that’s swell.
He’ll never dispose
Of Donald Trump’s foes,
As he’s just as holy as Hell.
Oh, shut up, you panty-waist liberals –
I’ll take those Ukranian minerals,
That one-half proportion?
It isn’t extortion,
As they attacked Russia, the criminals!
I’ll outfox Putin; I’m shrewd,
Who cares if Zelinsky gets screwed?
I’ll get the Nobel
And my ego will swell,
Or else I’ll get really unglued.
Vladimir’s told me it’s just us,
As Europe, you frankly disgust us.
But with two guys this strong,
Really, what could go wrong?
Zelinsky, you’ll just have to trust us…..
Our sledge-hammer Machiavellian
Has sure made America Swell Again —
His regular ploy
Is defame and destroy
And a steady march to the Orwellian.
Don’s next dictatorial sludge is
To claim he can bypass the judges.
He feels in his maw
He can brush off the law
If it won’t genuflect to his grudges.
He wanted to make a big splash,
But Don’s football trip was quite rash.
So Hail to the Chief,
As the Chiefs came to grief
He wasted the taxpayers’ cash.
Donald loves saying “You’re fired.”
It’s one of the skills he acquired
With endless brow-beating,
And bragging and cheating.
No wonder he’s widely admired.