Trump, that uncrowned king
Of tasteless bigly bling
Covets powers a real king might wield
Weak and insecure
He shovels his ordure
In Hades, not for him Elysian fields
Infantile mistakes
What massive space he takes
He blows so hard he sucks all air from life
He celebrates his greed
By scalping those in need
Magnifying suffering and strife
He tweets a stream of sharts
As he rips the world apart
Compassion finds no lair beneath that hair
No woman's right to choose
With gays the next to lose
The winners, oligarchic billionaires
Let everyone invoke
Their Gods to spike his spokes
To cripple him before our fate is sealed
His stinking plans are spun
Let none of them get done
No legacy survive - all trace repealed
Good riddance to his heartless artless deals!