Donnie’s Daddy gave him money
‘Bout a half a billion
Donny lies, says he’s self-made
Instead, financial ruin
Atlantic City casinos
Was Don’s first big move alone
Ended in a billion lost
Donnie, time to phone home
He tried to get his aging Dad
To change his will, all-Don
It didn’t work like Donnie wanted
But at least his niece got conned
The grifter-in-chief keeps borrowing more
To finance real estate dreams
But review of his taxes and constant losses
Seems more like a Ponzi scheme
Apprentice fame saved his bacon
At least for a little while
But all that money he squandered too
With golden toilet style
Trump steaks and booze and clothes and things
Ain’t selling much these days
The flim-flam-man can’t sell his brand
Trump University on parade
So many bankruptcies in his wake
American banks won’t lend to him
Now we don’t know to who in the world
Donnie owes $400 million
Eric Trump said Russian banks were all the family needs
Oh Eric, might you tell the truth
On how Don’s nuts are squeezed
Not sure to who…???
But money is coming due, and soon
Just like chickens come home to roost
Donald Trump’s taxes will cook his goose
I’m glad we didn’t reelect this floundering buttercup
Let the IRS finish, so we can lock him up
(hmmmm, this could make a good rally chant….. LOCK HIM UP! LOCK HIM UP!…..or how about this one……NO MORE YEARS, NO MORE YEARS!)
Waipahu Bob 