He gets up in the morning, then the tweets start storming,
because he is a huge fan of Twitter.
Then he’s off to take a dump, nonetheless all the time he’s punchin’
the keys while he sits in the shitter.
Voided he feels so fine but it is still tweeting time;
there's dozens, even hundreds every day.
Seems he always is annoyed, even more at what’s deployed:
the book quoting those who say he’s cray.

But he’s a very stable genius, every way.
“Very stable genius,” what he’ll say.
He’s a very stable genius, doin’ fine…
very stable genius on “executive time,” work-flout.

It is a shame that his mission is to spend time convincin’
us he’s not a madman that bellows.
Used to be a TV star, now focused mainly on par;
leaves governin' to other gals and fellows.
His IQ is 201 he believes, “I am not dumb,”
he retorts in the Twitter fray.
They believe his brain is void, such talk don’t get him buoyed,
and so he tweets rebuttals all day.

Like “I'm a very stable genius every way;
very stable genius,” so he'll say.
He’s a very stable genius in his mind…
very stable genius, in fact one of a kind.
Mensa dude, real bright.
A very stable genius,
every day and every way.
Huge!

He gets up in the morning, then the tweets start pouring
into the universe of Twitter.
TV-hunchin’, phone keys punchin’ is this any way to govern?
Book quotes say he can’t be less fitter.
It’s always tweeting time for airing what's on his mind;
there’s dozens, even hundreds every day.
Seems he always is annoyed that so few are overjoyed:
His poll number are low, there they stay…

…though he's a very stable genius come what may;
very stable genius, far from cray.
Guy’s a very stable genius in his mind.
When it comes to tweet flings, fingers work overtime.

[Fade on protracted punches on phone keyboard.]