Trumpy Goes, Bang!

As he sweats on his tawdry golden throne
heaving and groaning going kinda red
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth  bones,
 
And I enjoy hearing trump's dreadful moans
Karma for fears he brings to poor folk's heads
as he sweats on his tawdry golden throne,
 
Sweat pouring from his vain, coiffured, cox-comb
wishing to be back in bed but, instead,
straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth  bones,
 
Elvis died like this, I hope trumpy knows,
and, like deported children, fills with dread,
as he sweats on his tawdry golden throne,
 
And I imagine some small flecks of foam
drip from slack lips from which foul lies are spread
straining to pass stool size o' Mammoth bones,
 
Steam streams from his ears, I scream  " Tha' He Blows!"
As trump goes bang from lies stuffed in his head,
As he sweated on his tawdry golden throne
Straining to pass stools size o' Mammoth bones...