He’s just a real big fan of Mister Clean.

So, if you’ll open wide, he’ll pour some shit inside.

And then you will be dead like Orson Bean.

O, the good die young when Trump has fun.

Pandemic’s like a game that has no rules.

We wish his base was deaf, not dumb.

Yet no one else would follow him but fools.

Have you tried the Drano? It comes in cherry flavor.

If you listen to him, you’ll be doing us a favor.

In times of need his m.o.’s greed. He’ll clean you out inside.

And then he won’t care one damn wink when he hears that you’ve died.

Trump continues to insist he’s “like” a scientist.

He knows his pills; it gives one chills. It’s schooling that he missed.

He doesn’t like to read at all, as one can plainly see.

He considers words his invisible enemy.

He’s buying stock in Bab-O, Bon Ami and even Comet.

Just sprinkle it on chicken wings and then try not to vomit.

A little Tide or Ajax could quite help out with the healing.

Don’t worry, for a little while you’ll have that washed out feeling.

If chemicals don’t kill you, it’s a sign you’re getting well.

Go on FOX and tell those wimpy liberals go to hell.

Sure, your breathing’s labored and perhaps you might relapse.

Relax. get to the market. Buy some Lysol ‘fore you collapse.