Deceit is the receipt
For the should-be Nobel Peace prize of mine divine Presidency!
The One with Kim-Jong Un
In a pandemic?
A systematic mail-in vendetta to choose?
Moi! Wholly refuse to accept the democratic coronation!
As Twitter and Facebook did
I will contact Jack Dorsey and Mark Zuckerberg
And notify Him the gig is up!
Excoriate Him as I wrongly did You
Ole venerated country of Red
I must profess my apologies for mine errors of judgement
I am a man who relishes divisiveness
And abhors breaches of primacy
As i had thought I had fingered you as a “breacher of bad faith”
I hath wrought in this instance irrevocable wrath upon you
Subtly hath entered into the depths of my mind
During these long interludes
Nay petty protrusions!
And injuriously scorned
Of my most deepest private heartfelt monied machinations
As you have always been
Eluded in the most sanguine manner
In defense of Sweet Donald
Though he may be irredeemable
As presently constituted
I thus proceeded to defile
Despise of your democratic memory
In clear not politically correct prose
Which doth constitute a mortal sin
From the deepest darkest dirtiest depths
Of my own inner light
Not yet penetrating most darkest caverns
Then I smugly say to you
Everyone is saying it!
Bigly! We must!
So that we can move on
To the next most futuristic
Most exhilarating act of the plutocrats play
Providence has in store for us
The upper crust
And the outer multitudes