So Long, Suckers

O what can be wrong with poor Don?
Why all of this mad carry-on?
His fans were all singing,
His Johnson was swinging,
Yet all MAGA-mojo seems gone!

O what is this terrible scene?
The swamp still undrained and unclean?
No henchpersons true?
The Senate turned blue,
Instead of God's own tangerine?

O what is the matter with Trump?
We bellowed with him at the stump,
We fiddled his figures,
And killed him some niggers,
And now we've been thrown on the dump!

Larp Whiteman