The founders wore wigs
Glorious toupees of wool
When their powdered aplomb
Felt the pinch of pennies
Pulled from afar
They called on the uncoiffed
To free their funds
Freedom relies on sacrifice
Funny how those that fall
Rarely feel the lasting effect
The rich describe the taste
That others never get to eat
Make it great again?
For many it never was
It’s not lying, technically
He may make it great
But for a very specific
Definition of that word
To a very specific few
He’s not wearing the same wig
He’s pulling it over our eyes