The preening president on TV
A can of hairspray and two hours
In makeup and sculpting the dyed blond
Used car salesman televangelist effect
His first lie wordlessly
Piled on his head of confused rage
Raging at his own incompetence
His own fraudulence memorialized
On the daily news
Broadcast from the tanning booth
A bucket of chicken and Big Macs
Between the lines of adderall
In a reality distorted haze
Tells us not to worry
Because he’s on the job
Paranoid sadist meltdown
Countdown to death but not his responsibility
Fake media just me, just me
I am the one who knows how to fix it
By breaking it making things worse and worse
Destroying the country to save the country
Blaming the other the brown one
The black one, the socialist
The one in the caravan the Lib
We’re owning the Libs he spews
Mad spittle spouting fake news
Is out to get me and you only I
Only I will fix it will pour gasoline
On the hate and into the atmosphere
Will hate will pump up your hate
Will blame it on the vermin on the snakes
The rage boiling up barely contained
Orange rage turned white hot rage rocking the podium
His base now shot dead on 5th ave
Lying in pools of infected blood
Murmur as they die extolling his greatness
The Fox guards the chickens against the truth
As he lays ruin to democracy
As he lays ruin to the planet
As he lays ruin to all that is sacred and profane
The wind blows his stiff hair
In a wedge of distortion
Hand gestures wave back all doubt
Sculpting a phantasm of spastic lies
Only I can fix it
And Mexico will pay
You will pay
You will all pay