Trump, In Verse

I keep being asked, “When will prices go down?”
since I campaigned on that very issue.
The topic is one I keep dancing around,
so about that: stop asking, I wish you.

As much as the price of eggs keeps escalating,
that’s not where I aim my attention.
So hang on a while as things keep on inflating –
and I keep defying convention.

I issue new orders and make proclamations,
which keep being struck down by judges.
You know what is coming back fast? Why, our nation!
… as I settle all my old grudges.

The time for more pennies has gone to the sunset;
too costly to make more, I’m thinkin’ –
unless, of course, my face appears on the one-cent
instead of my rival, Abe Lincoln.

I set up an office that’s focused on faith, where
we’ll squash anything anti-Christian.
Here’s Job Number One: let’s develop a prayer
to bring low-priced eggs back to your kitchen.

I’ll tackle inflation by… mandating tariffs?
That move will ensure the plot thickens.
I rode into town, saying “I’m the new sheriff” –
but nobody’s here but us chickens.