on the brink of war
with a real estate mogul
more famous than before
he was a child rotten to the core
off to boarding school in Baltimore
built a business from the ground floor
made a few bucks
then a few more
built a mansion on the lakeshore
next to a golf course
shot a perfect score
what more could you ask for
had a tv show
was a mentor
was a cut throat
savage like a matador
threw some money offshore
tossed a few people out the backdoor
kept his lies hidden in a trapdoor
not to certain on American folklore
or who was involved in the Crimean War
but always kept a perfect bowling score
now the state of our country is an eyesore
ran for president
dug in deep like a troubadour
this poem could wash up on the seashore
not today or tomorrow
but in a postwar