Donald Trump is so easy to mock,
a poster boy for “a laughing stock”.
His lives telling lies while selling schlock.
Donald Trump is easy to mock.
At a young age, Donald went off half-cocked.
He's bragged on his sex life with a shock jock.
What he said there was clearly a crock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
If he were a company, who'd buy the stock?
He'd lie all the time if he were a clock.
If in his Coke someone dropped some hemlock,
he'd be gone. Somewhere. Under a rock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
Though never in combat, he is shell-shocked.
He practices sex in and out of wedlock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
His business is to Russians in hock.
His brain vaporized like Eniwetok.
Donald Trump is too easy to mock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
He loves signing his name like he is John Hancock.
If he believes anything, it's pure poppycock.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
Donald Trump was never a jock.
Unhappily “bone spurs” his destiny blocked.
There are days he can't tell Iran from Iraq.
Donald Trump is so easy to mock.
Donald Trump preens like a peacock.
What he see as successes are mostly post hoc.
In Britain, they'd lock him in the prisoner's dock.
Donald Trump is easy to mock.
Donald Trump is a total train wreck
and my poor rhyming can have no effect.
(Because, after all, what can you expect?
But then I figure: Oh, what the heck?)
Donald Trump loves causing a fuss,
throws wives and cronies under the bus.
There is something here we need to discuss:
are we mocking him or is he mocking us?
And by “us” I mean — please, don't get hysterical —
EVERYONE. Even folks Evangelical
who see Donald Trump as Yahweh's cat's-paw,
whereas, as Donald Trump sees it, “L'etat c'est moi!”
