Return of the Living Dread

Much to the dismay of those who thought I’d come up short… I’m back!
A testament to all of the finesse and savoir-faire I lack.
I leaned into the enmity and lies on which my last term ended;
rather than disqualifying – seems my reign has been extended.

Once again, displaying egomania for which I’m known;
proclaiming, “I can fix it all” – but only I, and I alone –
I’m looking forward to Day One; I’ve pre-proclaimed it “dictatorial.”
(District of Columbia: start working on the Trump Memorial.)

Racist, sexist, xenophobic – some of my best qualities.
Embracing points of view not shaped by substance, but frivolities.
Your faith in our elections being “free and fair”? I said, “Misplaced.”
But then, of course, once I prevailed – the outcome was one I embraced.

Physically, I seem unsteady; mentally, it’s clear I’m fried.
Picks for my new Cabinet? A motley crew, unqualified.
Everything I failed at last time, now I’m looking to revive.
My body and democracy – unlikely either will survive.