Today’s the day, in fact, my friends,
that they’re bringing on a disaster.
The fate of this new world now depends
on a fiend of orange plaster!
Within minutes, their president-elect
will at last be president.
He’s earned their deepest disrespect,
but to him that’s no impediment.
For he hears exactly what he wants to hear.
It rolls around his head,
gelling into notions that aren’t clear
which he tweets so they’ll be read
by millions of folks who cast their vote
on the loudest dubious bet.
How dismal to watch them dote
on this trashiest piece of hubris yet!
A colossal surprise, this whole election.
And who knows what it bodes?
But hush. It’s time for the orange erection,
straight from Madame Tussauds.