Trump, The Coronavirus King!
You wanted a crown, you pompous old clown,
and so the Good Lord heard.
And so did the Queen of the Word.
You mocked the wrong spirits and powers that be.
And you mocked us all when you mocked me.
And so you shall be crowned. You shall have your very own.
You’ll be crowned King COVID who fought Kung Flu;
down in history you’ll sink as we all remember you
as the Supreme Chief Liar; the Daddy of Denial;
the Highness of Hypocrisy; the Victim of the Vile.
You want wisdom? You sure need it! But you need to ask.
Get on your knees and say, “Lord please! Take away this task!
I cannot fix these problems; they are too big for me!
I’m washing out my mouth with soap from all the words I said.
Please, oh Lord, forgive me! I don’t want to wake up dead!”
You likely will be humbled, you ignorant puppet fool.
You should have spent a bit more time studying at school
before you ever thought that you could lead a great big nation!
You should have grown up poor and had some poor relations.
What makes you think your riches can buy you extra life?
Or that of your children, your mistresses, or your own dear wife?
The President of Plagues; you could go down as that.
The Dictator Don; the Evil Elite; Ridiculous Ruler. Or, just a rat.
The second Charles of England, he liked to romp and play.
And he lived in a time like ours, once upon a day.
He had little wisdom; in fact, he was just like you.
Issues? He sure had them. And, yes a few mistresses, too!
Trump, your time is fleeting. The Good Lord knows your worth.
You’re worth the same as you were back then, on the day of your birth.
Pound for pound, ounce for ounce, ashes to ashes and then to dust
blowing in the wind. The breath of life it comes and goes
because, you know…it must.
