Trump, In Verse

I’m the billionaire treated unfairly.
I’m a self-proclaimed Christian – but barely.
I’m a guilty-as-charged sex abuser.
I’m a winner who’s really a loser.

At my rallies, I rail, slur, and mutter,
as I make fun of Joe Biden’s stutter.
I claim golf I play better than pros do.
I kept docs that I wasn’t supposed to.

Out of whole cloth, I make up statistics.
I show potentate characteristics.
I love dictators, autocrats, despots.
Does Mike Pence have my back now? I guess not.

If you speak in a language that’s alien,
then your home country’s tatterdemalion.
Who should we let in? Only the right folk
(and by that I mean: good-looking white folk).

Who can fix broken things? I alone can –
though I never behave like a grown man.
Reinforced with each putrid remark tried:
Vote for me – and give into the dark side.