The petting zoo is closed.

The world shut down, our reigning clown

through all the warnings dozed.

But now we’re opened up again,

as if nothing occurred.

We’re back, he claims, though flu sustains.

Do not believe one word.

As the whole world stood aghast

at our lack of prevention,

he said we’re fine, it fades in time.

He rules with blind invention.

His comeback rally failed by half,

enflamed his aggravation.

And his solution, do not laugh,

is cut back immigration.

Those foreigners will take our jobs,

we must even the score.

It’s mean, it’s shrill, it’s overkill.

The work’s not there no more.

The Senate will do what he asks.

They’re just his rubber stamp.

The king of all who won’t wear masks

descends a hellish ramp.