The childish king
can now sing
about this thing
and that
and rat-a-tat-tat
and that’s that.
The investigation
has fallen flat
and we have
to put up with
the orange-capped brat,
maybe for
five years more
and let’s hope
our leader, the dope,
will have to face,
along with his base,
history’s judgment.
That’s scant comfort
for such an encumbrance,
but in the moment,
let’s hope
the republic isn’t
made into a joke,
laughed at
by tyrannical rats
(using the Occupant’s phrase)
and demagogues
looking for jobs
and given to say
there goes the good,
old US of A.