The town we'll
simply call D.C.--
And sat back with
his feet upon the desk.
He brought his
team--a ruthless bunch,
Most of whom are out
to lunch
And operate in a
manner quite grotesque.
Yep, a real phenomenon--
This man known as
Teflon Don…
It didn't take long
for him
To know he had to
sink or swim
And this guy was
determined not to sink.
Confuse and
befuddle, he said,
And that's how he
would get ahead:
By practicing the
art of doublethink.
Yep, a real phenomenon--
This man known as Teflon Don…
Undo progress done
before,
Defy the critics
keeping score,
And do not worry if
you sound uncouth.
Such was the man's
M.O.
To win he knew he
must let go
Of any close
connection with the truth.
Yep, a real phenomenon--
This man known as Teflon Don…
Trusting not his
experts here,
He let Putin have
his ear,
And yet his fans
never seemed to mind.
He could do no
wrong, they felt.
Such is how the
cards were dealt.
And how they hate it
when their man's maligned!
Yep, a real phenomenon--
This man known as Teflon Don…
He can lie, cheat,
and steal,
Come on strong and
cop a feel,
And some say even
get away with killing.
And yet his fans
will all bow down
And do obeisance to
their clown,
Which others find
incredibly blood chilling.
Yep, a real phenomenon--
This man known as Teflon Don…
-by Bob B (2-26-19)
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