I read fake news today—oy vey!
lauding a lumpy man who’s a charade.
The throne room’s where he cranks out rants.
He don’t know wheat from chaff;
guy’s maw drops faux-trope gaffes.
He was a whine-loud TV star;
his “reality show” was quite deranged.
The clown demeaned people from “there.”
So network said, “No more!”
after his racist perjury
revealed his true loutish core.

Still has a show today—oy vey!!
The venue’s changed, but not his screeds so sore.
The clown has even more to bray.
He’s never read a book…
can’t bother to look,
because Faux News is on.

Show sucks; it’s so brain-dead
and composed of doltish dread.
The ratings are low and only up
among the schmucks who’re horny for the hate.

Ratings stay basically flat;
A core thinks he’s where it’s at.
He plays POTUS and the shows a joke;
blown’s lots of smoke from him and venal team.

Blah, blah, blah, blah…!

A dreadful crew displayed—oy vey!...
a corps of dolts in White House rancid sphere.
Non-minions think his show appalls.
It’s full of louts who squall—
Got a cast composed of trolls; there’s nothing in it real at all.
So I’ll just turn it off.