He’s abandoned and all alone
The bed he made is his own
Already a pariah among his base
Only the dhimmis fall for his lies
Beneath the cooling autumn skies
Just before winter’s full embrace
He wipes the tears from his cheeks
And checks to see how many weeks
Remembering his tone so full of grace
His brilliant words heard far and wide
Why didn’t he see his fan subside
As his polls fall in the tank nationwide
His vindictive spirit comes alive
The hatred in him starts to thrive
Far from the mainstream populace
He continues to walk along fantasy’s shore
But he still has three months or more
To destroy the system he wants to replace
He’s abandoned and all alone
His socialist agenda has been blown
Already his legacy is of one disgraced
With lies, greed, and vacations great
His voice shows typical fear and hate
Soon, very soon he will be replaced
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