A stable genius perched on throne of gold,
His nuclear brain the brightest ever seen,
While doctors watch the frontal lobes unfold
Like petals dropping from a tangerine.

He spoke in words of kindergarten grace,
“Tremendous,” “huge,” and “winning” filled the air,
The spray-tanned king with his ever-scowling face,
Topped by a wisp of engineered hair.

The Saudi princes lick their pens with glee,
The Russians raise their vodka, cold and neat,
While sovereignty drips from the carving tree—
A nation hung and bled like butchered meat.

“They’re bringing drugs,” he snarled of those with skin
A shade too dark for Mar-a-Lago’s taste,
Then built his cages, locked the children in—
Good Christians cheered this mercy, pure and chaste.

He cannot spell the countries that he’s banned,
Nor parse the Constitution’s simplest clause,
But hatred needs no literacy to stand—
Just fear enough to make men break their laws.

In predawn raids, the jackboots find their mark:
A father pulled from children still in bed,
The modern Gestapo moves like sharks in dark,
While shareholders reap dividends overhead.

He grabbed the nation by its weary soul,
And cooed a lullaby of endless winning,
While every tower slid into the sinkhole—
Evil spray-painted gold from the beginning.

What irony that those who wore the flag
Around their lifted trucks and MAGA caps,
Now genuflect before a gilded calf
While liberty is auctioned off in scraps.

They’d stormed the Capitol with flags and rope,
And hunted through the halls for Pence’s neck,
Their king reclined and blessed the coup he spoke—
The nation dangling, a slow-motion wreck.

They begged him back. He rose, in vengeance crowned,
The institutions gutted, hollowed, sold,
Each enemy indicted, allies unbound—
A republic reforged to kneel and behold.

And when this history is finally penned,
They’ll marvel how the leopards ate each face—
A nation courting ruin as a friend,
Its tattered flag now dragged into disgrace.