Super Don, the COVID king
Cheated death, now watch him swing
Back on the trail, the big campaign
Spitting lies, makin’ it rain
Over and over Don’s been wrong
But still keeps singing the same old song
COVID will disappear, like a miracle, someday
But the virus keeps saying nay, nay, nay
The body count keeps rising
Despite Don’s false advertising
The corner he says we’re turning
Is a house of cards, and it’s burning
But hey, Don says, let’s talk instead
How the press treats me badly, how dare they tread
On your favorite President, the big D-hunk
Lookin’ good in shorts, got junk in the trunk
Hey, let me change the subject again
How ‘bout the looting and burning you dread
Suburban women, I’m your guy
To save your neighborhood from that other kind
Let me see, what else are my strengths
Oh yeah, I’m tall, got some good length
And please, let’s not forget my hair
I do it myself, with comb-over flair
Have I mentioned I’m rich
Got all the best stuff, so why would you switch
From me as your pilot
Did I mention my golden toilet
Now settle down Don, let’s get back to case
One thousand more Americans died, just today
Try as you will, you cannot deny
It’s on your watch, and too many died
Sorry Don, the virus you can’t con
The American people know
You may want to be emperor
But you got no clothes
Waipahu Bob 