There’s a “man” who puts our lives in danger;
with very deranged tweets he looks insaner.
His head is where no daylight ever makes its way.
Odds are we might not live till tomorrow.

Tweeting deranged man, tweeting deranged scam.
He was played by the Russians to cause the nation pain.

He cares only for himself and his kind;
let’s face it: he has got an evil mind.
This puppet is now in play;
pulling his strings each day
the oligarch in charge over in Moscow.

He’s an agent man, Russian-agent scam;
at first he merely slumbered; now he’s in the fast lane.

Fibbin’ about the Corona one day,
while he’s thwarting efforts to contain it sub [rosa] way.
Every word that from his mouth slips,
a lie; meanwhile virus rips
through the nation, dooming its tomorrow.

He’s an agent man, Russian-agent scam;
he’s giving ’way the country by playing Putin’s game.