egoist

the gilded excess of a Trump hotel
bespeaks his insecurity on class
to paper over flaws in wares he'd sell
a lion's mane's been grafted on an ass
the hair that's chic on an orangutan
in Trump's eighth decade's weirdly out of place
but who'll stand up to tell this petty man
that anything he does is in poor taste
his cabinet selections won't last long
they'll mostly be replace within the year
to hint by word or deed he might be wrong
would earn the boss' jackboot to one's rear
the solipsist-in-chief has none to blame
when everything's transacted in his name