So lift up your heads, and resist this soft tyrant.

Don't yield to his threats, and become too compliant.

Because this is America. And he is a stunt.

A whiney, complaining, insufferable cunt.

So fear not this mongrel, of weakness and spite.

Fear not his growling, and fear not his bite.

For he's cowardly, small, and his soul's filled with grime.

And when his heart finally fails him, our bells will all chime.

Heart filled with hatred, and speech full of bile.

Friends with rich tyrants, and dead pedophiles.

Attacking our cities, it fills him with glee.

But his penis is small, and unsatisfying.

His minions, all dullards, all liars, and fools.

Who burn up our books, and shutter our schools.

They leech from the poor, to hand out to the wealthy.

Hospitals closed, to ensure you're not healthy.

Deceiving his people, his mark on their brow.

And those in his orbit, now kneeling and cowed.

This wretch of a man, who's aging and frail.

Grabbed us by votes... Then skipped out on the bail.