For whom the bell tolls
It’s for you Don, so grab hold
The reality you distorted
Is now biting your hind quarters
Super-spreader campaign rallies
Won’t help you with your voting tallies
When freezer trucks are in the alleys
Picking up the dead
Your rallies are more evidence
Of your continued negligence
It seems the stable genius
Clearly lacks intelligence
Or maybe he just doesn’t care
About the health of those who dare
To come and see the orange hair
On Donald’s big fat head
Like Humpty Dumpty on the wall
King Donald’s gonna take a fall
Sorry Don, you cannot stall
You’re date with destiny
And when the voters do decide
To send you on a little ride
From the House where you reside
Just get the hell out
Oh yeah, and watch your backside
Waipahu Bob 