An open letter to the fat, arrogant, anti-charismatic, national embarrassment known as President Donald Trump
The man’s irrational. He claims that everyone is in league
With his enemies in some vast international intrigue
You dont even know what you’re doin’
You’re always goin’ berserk
But you never show up to work
Give my regards to Russian hookers
Next time you tweet about John Lewis’s lack of moral compass
At least he does his job up in this rumpus
The line is behind you, you crossed it again
And the president has lost it again
Aw, such a rough life
Better run, tell your wife
“Yo, my boss is in New York again”
Let me ask you a question. Who sits
At your desk when you’re in Manhattan?
They were calling you a dick back in ’86
And you really haven’t done anything new since
You nuisance with no sense
You would die of irrelevance
Go ahead, you aspire to Obama’s level
You aspire to malevolence
Say hi to the Putins!
And the spies all around you
Maybe they can confirm
You don’t care if you kill your career with your tweets.
I’m confining you to one term
Sit down, Don, you fat motherf***er!