Before the Fall
wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
I met a man at Mar-a-Lago
Who said, “Two cloud- scraping towers
Stand in Istanbul, I want you to know,
Built by me, a man of tremendous power
With hair the color of gilded gold.
No man can match my menacing glower
When you don’t do what you’ve been told,
Like Lindsey over there, watch him cower.
“I am the fucking president,” he bellowed.
“Lindsey, go fetch me a Diet Coke.”
To me: “I am the most stablest genius e-vah,
And ne-vah, ev-ah have been known to choke.
Here’s my mighty and matchless prediction.
I’ll carry all 50 states in the next election – ha!