Trump, In Verse

Be careful what you wish for, since your wishes can come true.
I sat with Tucker Carlson; we had an interview.
I told him there’s a prospect of another Civil War,
since there’s passion mixed with hatred like we’ve never seen before.
“Could this lead to open conflict?” Tucker asked me as we spoke
(after I made claims the border wall had been my masterstroke).
I said the crowd that fateful day was bigger than the biggest;
I said, of all the rigged elections, mine had been the riggest;
I said that day was beautiful for most – that’s one scenario,
all mixed among a handful of some people who were scary, though.
The crowd was filled with passion, love, and spirit, also hatred,
and all there, with my image as a template, were created.
It’s possible those feelings can exist as simultaneous;
if bad things happen now, it’s not my fault – it’s just spontaneous.
Passion mixed with hatred – a bad combo? I’d say probable.
Of all elections ever robbed, my last one was most robbable.
I skipped the first debate, I said, since I would be harassed,
so why should I engage, with this big lead I have amassed?
Therefore, I sat with Tucker, for a convo via streaming
where I offered not one single proposition found redeeming.
The only plan I have: to claim “ELECTION INTERFERENCE” –
while fabricating talking points of utter incoherence.
Since wishes can come true, I say be careful what you wish for:
Your wish is that I’ll go away; please know my plan’s to squish your.