How pretty to be Mister Trump,
Who plays the world for a chump.
His gall so immense,
He needn’t make sense,
And when his debt’s due he'll just jump.
If you give him credit, beware,
Because Mister Trump doesn’t care.
He’ll stay out of prison,
Get way more than his’n,
And your’n will be gone, who knows where.
By all means then strike up the band,
As long as you quite understand
That Trump can be bold
Because he has sold
You all a gold mine of sand.
The Yam can't believe his good luck!
More chances to make the big buck!
His Sharpie big pen
Will come out again
And the rest of us all say, "Oh .............. screw."
Excellent!!