Trump, In Verse

When it comes to art, I feel that I am quite a con-a-sewer.
I don’t care for the Old Masters; I prefer those who are newer.
So, I’ve criticized my portrait that’s displayed in Colorado.
Take a look and you’ll agree, I’m sure – my visage seems quite odd, no?

My appearance in this painting has been purposefully distorted;
I look worse than those illegals whom I recently deported.
I don’t think much of the artist, who has aged and lost her skills;
I’m complaining on behalf of all in whom rage this instills.

You might think, with all I have to do, this rant’s a waste of time,
but I ran on law and order – and this painting is a crime.
I appear as though my mouth is stuffed with wads of fluffy cotton,
rather than my trademark look of “just got gains that were ill-gotten.”