bedfellows

what loathsome toad squats at the Donald's heel
whose donors pulled the plug on campaign loot
aswamp in debt, obliged to cut a deal
Chris Christie gets to lick the Donald's boot
the clever tongue that founded his career
now serves his master's unnatural lust
and once a week, he takes it up the rear
a business-model older than the dust
strange acquisition as Trump's latest toy
he'd never fit into a cabinet
and when the luster's off this Jersey boy
he'll find the Donald's bought a younger pet
Trump loves to bray that he has classy taste
but fine food thrown to Christie's just a waste