A Star's Mangled Manner

DJT:

Oh, look and you'll see that the Chosen One's me.

I just know I'll prevail 'cause my base does what I say.

Regulations must go, and my critics will see

That my tax returns will never see the light of day.

And I'll protect the rights that I've kept in my sights:

Breaks for the wealthy and more favors for whites.

I'll defy any who criticize my ways,

For I crave people's respect, and I want tons of praise.

Oh, look at me now and at all that I've done.

All the fake news won't say just how popular I've been.

Oh, worldwide I'm loved; they say I'm number one.

What's the problem if I make a few bucks now and then?

The emoluments clause is one of those laws,

That only restricts and is loaded with flaws.

I'll defy any who criticize my ways,

For I crave people's respect, and I want tons of praise.

You can call me a star; better yet, if you please,

You can call me your king, but the Second Coming's fine.

Just the thought gives me bliss, makes me weak at the knees.

I will do what I want; I think power's so divine.

So to boost my campaign, no way will I refrain

From making some calls to get help from Ukraine.

I'll defy any who criticize my ways,

For I crave people's respect, and I want tons of praise.

I might lie, cheat, and steal if they are a must.

My power's not up for grabs, and to keep it I must fight.

I will strive to defend all the rich upper crust.

I will sabotage all congressional oversight.

I'll create so much fear and I'll be so severe

That immigrants won't even dare to come here.

I'll defy any who criticize my ways,

For I crave people's respect, and I want tons of praise.

-by Bob B (9-24-19)