The New Buffoon

The orange giant of reality fame

With bulbous fat and hopelessly small hands,

Here in our House, Russia’s number one fan

A yuge buffoon with a temper inflamed

By the twittering lightning, and his name

Deplorable. From his baby soft hands

Allows entry for those which he demands

From his tower in a Manhattan frame.

“I am, no doubt, the very best!” out loud cries he

With big, fish lips. “Give me your rich, your opulent,

Your Anglo-Saxons yearning to be white and free,

The winning and successful, the English fluent,

Send these, your very best one percenters, to me.

Let them in the golden shower of my American Dream!”