T’was a long and twisted road,
knowing not what it forebode.
Colbert wept election eve.
Outcome we could not conceive.
Hillary was the wrong choice,
shady past and grating voice.
Still, who thought the Don could win,
light of hair and weak of chin.
When he rode that escalator,
people laughed, said, “See you later.”
Who knew then that this great land
was half desperado band.
Quickly, he put all his cronies
into jobs where they were phonies.
First step, tax cuts for the rich.
Fired anyone who’d snitch.
Nixed good laws and loved dictators.
Border moat with alligators?
Spent three years building a wall
that does us no good at all.
Beat impeachment, thanks to Mitch.
People said he’s Moscow’s bitch.
Embraced those who scream “White Power,”
played golf, moved south from Trump Tower.
Told lies at a record clip.
No truth fell from his heir lip.
Then, when true crisis arose,
he played golf and thumbed his nose.
Half a million here might die
because of his viral lie.
When he lost the big election,
thought Supremes would be protection.
With no concept of the truth,
he now rivals John Wilkes Booth.
Tried to kill democracy,
sold out, sea to shining sea.
Now he claims he will not leave,
’cause the vote he won’t believe.
Streams of fake and fraud all day.
Devil Trump, just go away.
Residents of Mar-a-Lago
want him to live in Chicago.
Maybe he’ll just ride the rail.
On the lam, he could beat jail.
Present hope is we’ll survive
the great wreck of forty-five.
Follow Joe, who knows the score.
Next big test in twenty-four.