Donald Twittler, not a pretty picture Sees himself as some kind of king. Makes constant promises, Doesn’t know what integrity is, His word really doesn’t mean a thing. Donald Twittler reveres Adolf ****** Wants a Nuremberg rally of his own. He craves mass adulation From a battered nation From the mistakes that are his alone.
Donald Twittler phones from the ******* Rages online in the middle of the night. Each complaint anyone makes He claims they’re all fakes As if he's ever known wrong from right. Donald Twittler, the personification of a drifter, Has no relationship with the truth at all. Don’t bother asking why; He’s the best his Dad could buy, And he’s never had to be on the ball.
Donald Twittler, a slimy sort of critter Gets climaxes from national attention. He has never had morals; Buys his way out of quarrels, If he had a soul it’s far beyond redemption. Donald Twittler, thinks he’s better than ****** And we should all kiss his big fat ***. More than half of us disagree And urge him to quickly flee Because most of us would just as soon pass.