The fool on the hill has been sent down south.

No longer need we hear the swill from his mouth.

He still dreams of power, still rants and commands.

But, as of this hour, it’s out of his hands.

Though lackeys and leeches remain by his side,

his chances in three years are not bona fide.

Some equally vain don may relight his fire,

but we’ve had enough of these crooks and that liar.

Our country should by then be on the rebound,

and reject, outright, a damned fool or hellhound.

We suffered his curse and remain democratic.

May he grow old, broken, still growling, but static.