3 AM
The King of Fools sits on his porcelain throne,
His marmalade face deepening in tangerine tone.
One hand clasps the TP; the other his cellular phone.
His latest tweet reads like a third grader’s koan.
When King D don't like the facts, they don't exist.
And in their place, stuff from the TP he bends and twists.
“My crowds were YUGE! She’s a sad loser!” He hissed.
“No Tic Tacs needed for that ugly feminist!”
He wants the fools to think a bear's a goat,
Or even that he won the popular vote.
The orange-faced loon can scream and shout and gloat
We 60% know the twitiot is really just a scrote.
Ears and whiskers up, my fabulous pussy kittens!
Cuz when our Senators are called and all our letters written,
This King of Fools’ throne, the one he takes a shit in,
Will be moved from Pennsylvania Avenue, out West to ol’ San Quintin.
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