He took the ‘tweeners to the cleaners.

He just couldn’t be much meaner.

He’d start a fight and then he’d walk away.

You’d think that that was it, but not so with this shit.

He’d stab you in the back some other day.

An artificial mullet and an undercover gullet

made him feel big, despite being so small.

He’d blow and blast the news.

He’d say he’ll save the jews.

He’d tell us that we need another wall.

He drove away good friends for monetary ends.

He says to hell with earth, sky, air and sea.

Our land will be his park, with curfews after dark.

His rule is the low point in history.