This episode is quite upsetting,
until you unravel the why.
This autocrat will not suffer defeat.
In fact, he would much rather die.
And so, there’s a plan now to fake his demise.
He’s hired the Jeff Epstein crew.
They’ll carry him out on a gurney real soon.
His makeup not orange, but blue.
His death by viral complications
will float through the Walter Reed halls.
His public will weep. He’ll be drugged to sleep.
This plan takes incredible balls.
Eric at the funeral seen giggling,
Don junior wasted, face ashine.
Ivanka’s great tears are collected
for her new smell of death perfume line.
Melania, thinking of her huge pre-nup,
will have trouble being her best.
While Barron will show no emotion at all.
He keeps things quite close to his vest.
Then, after the ‘burial,’ Trump will be spirited
to some undiscovered isle,
to party with Jeff and some other ‘dead’ crooks,
some of whom may have been there awhile.
His FOX friends will declare him the new best dead prez.
His base will wait for resurrection.
November will see Pence and Graham go down,
an historic lopsided election.
And when books look back at our crazed forty-five,
the turmoil and death he created,
they’ll always refer to the notebook they found
with the huge list of people he hated.
And, many years later, when questions arise,
through a tip from his aging last bride,
they’ll dig up his coffin to check on the bones,
and find Alec Baldwin inside.