Trump's palms are sweaty... knees weak... arms are heavy
There's vomit on his tux already, his chef's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgettin'
What the NRA wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how, fake news people are jokin' now
The clocks run out, times up, over, blaow!
Snap back to reality... oh there goes treasury
Oh there goes Trump's pity, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy? No
He won't have it, he knows he needs the Mexican wall...
At any cost it don't matter, he's dope, he knows that, but he's no slouch
He's so stacked that he knows, when he goes back to the White House
He'll declare an emergency, hopefully put Demos on the ropes
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him
He'll sweep the constitution out from under the floor
Of common Americans and hope they'll buy his lies some more...
Claim some victory from the Syrian people
And instead tell the whole world how he's stopped them all...
Its bizarre, surreal and mate its worse
Coz this guy in the White House is unfortunately real.
People thought he wouldn't last... Hell, the whole world did exactly that...
And yet here we are people, who would've thought.
Copyleft (<C) Rufus Shrestha.
21 Feb 2019 - All Rights Reversed.
