HUMONGOUS SPREADER FROM A VIRAL SHEDDER
Flying in with Air Force One being an ominous backdrop
Swirling flags of Betsy Ross which make our breath stop
Setting the tone for his rock festival with no Autumn Moon
As ludicrous as a cow mooing running after a dish and spoon
Rattling off phrases of erroneous statements filled with self-praise
Stuffed with Regeneron and powerful steroids so irrational and dazed
Feeling immune promising his wish to catch the bug again
by kissing all of his disgusting followers squeezed in a pigpen.
Squealing before the slaughter with disco tunes blaring
Contagiously reckless with a disease raging for sharing
Pushing through the Senate a pretty mom for our justice
Lindsey the hypocrite is showing no true reluctance
Blocking the process in 2016 for a moderate Garland
Indian giver with his word lost in America’s heartland
Heartlessly becoming the committee’s honored chairman
While he may lose his hot seat like a third-class Airman
Meanwhile in Sanford and later in the city of Johnstown
our bragger blustered while warning of a new lockdown.
Claiming the silent enemy has stealthy flown and vanished
Losing his entire staff forever forbidden, damned and banished
Demonstrating maliciously his one-sided macho horrific views
Begging for female suburbanites to forget what they eschew
Receiving no sympathy for contracting the evil pandemic
because his callousness is cold to a racism which is systemic.
Miraculously cured and is no longer a dangerous shedder
Victimizing his fans with misinformation at the super spreader
Progressing forward to Iowa won’t help his feeble chances
Like a mad baboon he regurgitates while he clumsily dances
The level of absurdity has reached as high as the rafters
Never needing a speechwriter embarrassingly lost in laughter.
Trying to save his dilemma by resorting to the Village People
who will leave him hanging with Quasimodo from the highest steeple.
Creamed from his magical medication claiming he’s feeling great
Nonetheless when they recede he will fluctuate to being irate
Lurking in the cellar are corpses who will soon rise and resurrect
holding the chains of Ebenezer remembering him of his debts.
The con artist is only of few steps from being incarcerated
as his reputation is ruined and his freedom will be confiscated.
We can enjoy leafing through the pages of McSweeney
discovering similarities to the likes of Benito Mussolini.
Maybe he will find himself by his granddaughter in exile
discussing the presidency as a cult of hatred and bile.
For now he is amongst us giving his last shows and rallies
without of smidgeon of compassion for the death tallies.
Infecting all from sea to sea to the mountains and the prairies
Pulling up his collar as he ventures through unknown cemeteries
“Only my life matters” although he is hiding his deep remorse
for his days are numbered and we all know this of course.