Kissing Off This Inauguration

Inauguration Number 2 was recently concluded
with a laundry list of actions that I plan to take. Included:
we should classify our people so that, once they’ve been denuded,
they are pigeonholed in just two ways: aghast, or else deluded.

I stood in front of every other living former POTUS.
With a chance to bolster unity, I put them all on notice
by proclaiming in the swing states that a Donald J. Trump vote is
an unquestioning endorsement of my operandi modus.

Melania: she wore a hat with such a massive brim –
as to clearly send this message: “I don’t want a kiss from him.”
In amidst all of my rhetoric, I went out on a limb,
making clear Gulf of America is where I’d choose to swim.

Now then, just before my swearing-in, I dipped my toe in crypto
and it quickly reaped me billions. Those who signed up might get gypped, so
it was offered with provisos and disclaimers. Facto ipso –
structured so I still will profit, irregardless if it dips low.

My signature on orders, made – as I am so inclined –
with a Sharpie; quite a few of them, since I am of a mind
that they’ll reverse our nation’s course, which I contend is in decline.
But there’s no chance of a U-turn based on what I’ve so far signed.

The night before, I got on stage and tripped the light fantastic.
While the Village People sang, I swung my arms, appearing spastic.
As I launch my second term, I’m once again crazed and bombastic;
my relationship with truth can, at its best, be called elastic.

I was saved by God Almighty just to make this country great,
yet my themes are not of love but rather those of scorn and hate.
My response to criticism is to lampoon and berate.
And if you think things can’t get much worse… Oh, brother – just you wait.