From the recording Doggerel ditties



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No legacy survive - all trace repealed.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!