He jumped up running at three am
Screaming, tweeting, farting on his golden throne
It's like the Wicked Witch with Auntie Em
"I'll Auntie America you and you'll all be alone!"

Wa wa here and a wa wa there, long before he's through
The Insanity's plain, pure as gold, sickeningly sweet, then lemoningly so
Looking for EO's that will allow him to come after you
The little ideas that masks his own predicament have given him a glowing blow

Pity comes to mind
As I watch him tweek his behind
His magic found to be smoke and mirrors

As even his own
Watch what horrors befell what he has sown
Realizing he's only been using their fears

Oh America stand tall
Give us your all
It's been so long since we've had to really go there
But maybe it's about time
To put our hearts in rhyme

And only do whatever is
Fair!