The Ballad of Donald Trump
My name is Donald Trump
My friends they call me Don.
I was born into privilege
And taught the art of con.
My father was a millionaire
Rich on government grants.
He practised racist policies
But led me a merry dance.
I tried to be a businessman
My Dad had to bail me out.
I went bust so often.
I didn’t have the clout.
But I am quite a playboy.
I am a ladies man.
I sure do like to party
Of pussy, I’m a fan.
I became a TV star
With arrogance and show.
I found the people loved me
It made my ego grow.
I loved the fame,
It all felt so good
I thought I could do anything.
I really believed I could.
I thought I’d stand for office.
For the publicity.
The thought of the adulation
Buzzed with electricity.
I thought out my tactics
To pander to the right.
To promise them everything
And keep my focus tight.
I had nothing to lose
I did not have a chance.
So I could be outrageous
And scare them out their pants.
I tweeted day and night
About immigrants and drugs,
About some ‘Deep State’
And all the leftist thugs.
.
I labelled Hilary crooked
And told them I’d build a wall.
I talked about the ‘Deep State’
And had them all in thrall.
I told them I’d make us great again
And that guns were good.
That Jesus Christ was coming
And I was Robin Hood.
Now I am the President
They love me to bits,
And I love the power
Over all those little shits.
I don’t know what I’m doing.
It’s all off the cuff.
I make it up as I go along
It’s been good enough.
We don’t believe in experts
We think the world is flat.
All that matters are the bucks
You can’t argue with that.
So I gave the rich the tax cuts
And gave the poor a tad.
Played the racist card
Just like my good old Dad.
I can feel the people turning.
They’re seeing through my lies.
They know I am defeated
They can read it in my eyes.
My name is Donal Trump
I want to continue this good run.
If I lose at the ballot box
I still might make it with the gun.
Opher – 11.10.2020