Mr President is off on his jet,
Preceded by his big Quiff,
He checks once more in a mirror,
That it’s starched and completely stiff.
Executive orders everywhere,
Complex tariff thuggery,
Honey badger, he just don't care,
Covert fiscal buggery.
America doesn't need the oil,
They don’t mind a bad rap,
Just as long as the world,
Knows who controls the tap.
Look Good, Do Bad
