Thursday, June 6, 2019

№ 611: Donald D-Day (or fiddledeedee, how could anyone not worship me?)

NEW ROME, June 5

Let us now praise Donald J. Trump,
sign petitions for making him king.
Think of wonders that could unfold,
the happiness that he would bring
as absolute ruler whose word would be law
unencumbered by courts and congressional meddling.

Donald, you know, is guided by God,
he's the fourth leg of the Trinity.
Only a Socialist-Democrat-dog
would dare question his subprime divinity.

Kneel in abasement before God's replacement!
Bow and kowtow in self-effacement.
Lavishly laud, be awed and applaud.
DON'T think he's odd, not equal to God,
unless you're prepared to be under the sod.
(NOR that he is a mentally ill, shrill carny shill,
that with him in charge we're heading downhill.)

If you still feel you must such stuff relate,
I suggest you adjust your estate
and kindly remember him in your will,
for he is a figure much like Caligula.