Laura knocked ’em dead in Louisiana,
while Trump brought ’em to life in his D.C.
Packed ’em in the garden, prisoners without pardon,
rallying politically where he’s not supposed to be.
Seated close together without face masks,
cheering at his handling of the plague,
his apostles will do what their god asks,
even when consequences are vague.
Time will tell if this planned super-spreader
shall take a toll on some two-thousand there.
And if he’s thrown some lives into the shredder,
it’s quite obvious he doesn’t care.
Four long nights of scare tactics are over.
One would need a scorebook for his lies.
Every time he sniffs, here come a few more stiffs.
At least Don Junior had tears in his eyes.
And, speaking of his son’s cocaine addiction,
and his FOX girlfriend’s vocal volume surge,
in this damned family is there no restriction?
Can anyone just act on any urge?
It’s good that both Tiffany and Eric
haven’t got the brains to be a danger.
Ivanka is turning to Bo Derek.
Barron keeps on starin’, ever stranger.
Melania showed reading skills improved.
Was her green-screen dress an inside joke?
She said all the right things, as behooved.
Sparkling, maybe she, too, ‘s on coke.
So, we go back to our world of terror,
isolated, indoors and afraid.
Watching this convention was an error.
Chalk it up to time badly mislaid.