Trump, In Verse

I was in a helicopter with a guy named Willie Brown;
a mechanical kerfuffle – I exclaimed, “We’re goin’ down!”
If we crashed we’d all be dead, the metal only good for scrappin’…
Only issue with this story is: it never really happened.

I know lots of famous people, so much so I can’t keep track:
wasn’t Willie; rather, Jerry (who I guess had just turned Black).
That dramatic tale I told, potential outcome nearly gruesome?
Contradicted by all passengers (including Gavin Newsom).

Now, the man I thought was Willie on that not-so-fateful day,
as regarding Kamala, had something terrible to say.
But the three men in my story – Jerry, Gavin, and Black Willie –
all agree as tall tales go, this one I told was quite a dilly.

Just another bogus narrative; deceitful, and a fable –
fabricated from whole cloth to make Ka-ma-la seem less able.
But there was a bit of truthfulness within this story: surely
it’s now clear ‘twas not the copter, but my feeble brain that’s whirly.