Donald Trump on super steroids
At the White House short of breath
Posing for the nation’s tabloids
Standing tall but pale as death
Trump, released from Walter Reed
To be at home in isolation
Shed his mask, a thoughtless deed,
To look the hero to the nation
Yesterday all that took place
Last night was even crazier
He tweeted at a furious pace
Each message growing spacier
Today he ordered Mnuchin stop
All efforts on a stimulus bill
But when he saw the Dow Jones drop
Reversed himself, against his will
So what does Trump’s behavior mean?
What’s going on within his brain?
‘Twas bad enough before this scene
But steroids add an extra strain
That amplifies Trump’s tendency’s
To order things erratically
Imperiling the Presidency
Endangering emphatically
The nation. ‘Tis our current state
To wonder what will be our fate
10/6/2020
These lyrics are by Allen Cohen and Jared Rifkin
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My Country ’tis of thee
Our fate what will it be?
With Trump sheer misery
Don’t let that be
The answer, I do note
And you may on me quote
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