When General Flynn talks martial law,
Trump thinks about Matt Dillon.
In every Gunsmoke that he saw,
there always was some killin’.
His chance to shoot folks on the street
might be around the corner.
He could blast everyone he’d meet,
especially a foreigner.
A presidential killing spree
would not be that uncommon.
His Covid total’s history.
Not too bad for a Brahmin.
He could leave half the country dead,
reprieving his supporters.
It wouldn’t bother his big head.
He follows his own orders.
With his Poor Boys army,
he’d wreak havoc on the left.
They’re so smart and smarmy
that he wouldn’t be bereft.
Once the smoke has settled down,
he’ll make up his new rules.
His brand new title, ‘Killer Clown,”
should appease all the fools.
One day, he’ll change the country’s name.
It shall become Trump Land.
When history becomes a game,
he wants to have the brand.