Trump, In Verse

Time magazine has named me “Person of the Year” again.
It is really quite an honor, as it only happens when
you are acknowledged as the person, out of all known to humanity,
who surpasses every other living soul. (Can you spell “vanity”?)

When compared to all the finalists, it’s clear why I prevailed:
my esteem is on the upswing; all the others’ ships have sailed.
Let me drop some losers’ names here, in an effort to embarrass:
Netanyahu, Rogan, Zuckerberg, and – biggest loser – Harris.

I consented to an interview – and as you might expect, we
had to pause the conversation so the writers could fact-check me.
When the truth is inconvenient, I believe a lie suffices –
so this means forget my campaign pledge to lower grocery prices.

But really, with the year I’ve had – who else could be selected
(even though by nearly half the populace I was rejected)?
This is certainly, as laurels go, immense, colossal, yu-u-ge.
And now, please let me get back to presidential subterfuge.