We ain’t got a chance, ’less this moron dies.
We’re all on our own, as he lies and lies.
His only romance: with his sick ego.
If we’re to live, this bozo’s gotta go.

Blame is always on “the other”…magic thinking hell.
Blames it always on the other; in his “mind,” he’s swell.
He has got his supporters all in a trance;
they’re so blinded, they can’t look askance
at the deranged who blames others
the scamming f*ck.

It’s he who’s the loon.
Faux, faux, he blames the others.
But the guy is nuts—
dolt, dolt who blames the others.
His cadres of goons:
dopes, dopes also blame others…
his rancid sluts.

I’m so sad to say: his kleptocracy
involves his Mafia family.
His evil kids bask in swag they’ve pulled out
of our pockets; economy they rout.

Shame is something they have none of as they create hell.
Shame is something they have none of as they drain the well.
He has got his supporters all in a trance…
wallow in his cant and rabid rants,
while behind their backs they’re buggered…
a yuge butt f*ck.

He plays them for loons,
dopes, dolts—and they just love it.
’cause they’re loser nuts—
dopes, dolts likely to snuff it,
’cause they heed the loon.
dopes, dopes also blame others…
his ghastly sluts.