Arriving in his personal jet on a liberal breeze
He waves to the people bending their knees
As he picks up fifteen from all the celebrities
His lips burn bright with the liberal absurd
What he really means is covered and blurred
So he touches himself to prove he was heard
A great box of hypocrisy to which he’ll cling
Arrives in time, the ultimate evolutionary thing
“I can do what I want, because I’m the king!”
He changes the meaning of words on a whim
Well, actually, for money given directly to him
Shaking his fist at the great heavenly amen
His teleprompter insures he always sounds great
Reading it guarantees the greatness won’t abate
It also helps him when he is in a heated debate
His peers are all sycophants along for the ride
His past is a secret and the truth he’s denied
As his closets have stuff that he daily must hide
His policies are in shambles but he doesn’t care
His worth is at zero while his mind’s full of air
It’s not about the money, it’s a self love affair
His disciples are fools who still hope for the change
The change he promised but can’t seem to arrange
So time to start afresh with Occupation DERANGE
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