shtick

Trump let it slip that he gets quid pro quo
among his wild ad hominem attacks
that regulators bend for donors' dough
and mayors court them by foregoing tax
the rest, he makes up as he goes along
improvisations from his stock of barm
and dares the media to prove he's wrong
for daring to display what he calls "charm"
debating Clinton's a whole 'nuther game
of deficits and revenues and tax
his repertoire of jokes and slurs and blame
is unsupported by the published facts
the wonk talks past his rhetoric of rage
combating her discomfort on the stage