My Inaugural Poem


Come out for The Donald, ye every last chump,
Who found yourself reasons and voted for Trump!
With gold-plated ego, his own horn a-tootin’,
He swept from his tower, assisted by Putin.
Now the cry has gone up, and grows louder each day
From the citizens: “Please, can Obama just stay?”

I think I’ll leave it there; neither Trump nor the poem deserve more time. Any who want to complete more of it, you can find the original here, at Pharyngula.

Comments

  1. says

    My contribution, set to a fittingly fascist tune (bonus points if you can guess which one!):

    The Trump arrives
    The masses are not cheering;
    The Trump arrives
    with kleptocratic friends.
    The electors did decide
    against the nation’s voters.
    The Trump arrives
    To general dismay.

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