For Trump the world’s an endless buffet
And life a continuous birthday,
Where he first grabs goodies galore,
Because he never stops keeping score.
And if a hindrance stops his flow,
No sweat for lord braggadocio;
Self-awarded the full royal choice,
Engorging stuff that makes him rejoice.
For him, no other earthlings matter
Except to adore him and to flatter;
No one rivals his entitled style
Even better if others him revile.
Losers can’t be the cause celebre,
And schlumps envy all his charisma;
For the hero, life’s a prepaid cruise,
Caring not a whit who he screws.
Trump knows the true election winner,
Just ask any slavish rightwinger;
His exile but foul persecution,
Okayed now by our Constitution.
What better spotlight on narcissism,
A model of wannabe despotism?
Why obey laws you can bulldoze?
Imagine life where anything goes?
If Trump can elections sabotage,
Why not our Constitution barrage?
If this be not the worst subversion,
Where’s real career-ending perversion?
Make every day a free for all—
With laws as porous as his fake wall.
Is this not icon of immoral
The king enthralled to lusts imperial?