winging it II

the Donald's ego's bigger than the yacht
he liquidated in financial straits

he counts a man's worth by the toys he's got
convinced that what is shiny must be great

the latest model ornaments his arm
distracting eyes from his gross stubby hand
and from the rug that keeps his pink scalp warm
embracing not his body, but his brand
he's making it up as he goes along
without a vision for which he would fight
uncaring for the cost of being wrong
because he goes unquestioned on the Right
what fool would trust an army to this man
embarking a campaign without a plan