Not statesmen in togas or tunics,
Or Oracles writing in runics,
But what we expected:
The country elected
A congress of slavering eunuchs.
Not statesmen in togas or tunics,
Or Oracles writing in runics,
But what we expected:
The country elected
A congress of slavering eunuchs.
Don’s annexed Kennedy Center
And he’ll be a wonderful mentor.
He’ll showcase our best…
(Don’tcha love Kayne West?)
And who would dare be a dissenter?
If you’ve changed what’s down in your shorts,
Don’s banned you from all women’s sports.
He’s taken firm action!
(And caused a distraction)
You’ll be the next group he deports.
That property’s really blue chip,
So let’s go develop The Strip!
Imagine in Gaza:
Trump Tower! The Plaza!
(I think the man’s losing his grip.)
The statesmanship of an Attila,
The recklessness of a gorilla,
And key personnel
From the Bowels of Hell.
America, run! It’s Donzilla!
Although the Dear Leader deplores
The pain that you’ll feel at the stores,
The price you’ll be paying
Results from his saying,
“Folks, I’ve upped my tariffs. Up yours.”
His blaming is clearly compulsive,
Bigoted, vile, and impulsive.
Just blame DEI,
And don’t explain why.
Quite simply, the man is repulsive.
“Gulf of America?” Crap.
We need to change every map.
Now our map text will show
No “Gulf of Mexico.”
Now can we sit in your lap?
The Dear Leader’s out on a bender
To wipe out the Army’s trans-gender,
For if our troops knew
That we had one or two,
They’d throw down their guns and surrender.
They all know he’s not at all qualified,
And most are quite secretly horrified,
But still, while they squirm,
They will vote to confirm,
As Donald J. Trump must be mollified.