He’s grifting on his way out the door.
What’s left behind will be a grim eyesore.
He’s pulling up the carpets from the floor.
They’ve let him loose and there will be much more.
He’ll turn the oval office to a fish aquarium,
rent the Lincoln bedroom out as sanitarium.
He’ll sell the oldest silverware, even hock the drapes.
When he gets through, the place will look like Planet of the Apes.
The one thing he’ll pull off, to have his minions deem him cleric,
is switching out expensive art for finger paints by Eric.