O for a humongous Big Mac, that would alight
My tummy! The dimmest voters of invention,
A golden golf club for a babe, a skyscraper
For a Rolex, sipping Coke in the hot tub, F-35s
To act, and winners to play a round of poker
In FiDi! Then, should the Glorious Donald,
Orangificously arrayed, assume the Throne of
Earth; and, kissing his derrière, the Dumbshit
Europeans, begging for cold fries and a warm
Beer, with saucy cheerleaders cheering; more
Delightfuller than delightfulable, as the saying goes….
Priggish ayatollahs to bite my thumb at, dithering
Anon, with preposterous headgear that would
Affright the fields of Burger King! Intoxicating
Fires o’er West Asia…. O the profits of the
Undertaker…. Can this Wendy’s hold the vasty
Snows of Greenland? Or should we slam another
Blue state, ICE guns blazing, whilst basking in
The musty air – dreaming oil, igloos, and Rare
Earths – and well-done steaks at Mar-a-Lago?