Trump, In Verse

I do a lot, but never get the credit.
I say that it’s OK, but still it burns.
With all I’ve done… how quickly they forget it.
I grin, and yet – inside, my stomach churns.

I think that I should get the Nobel Peace Prize
for stopping wars… at least, for coming close.
They ought to give it to me, who at least tries –
my narcissism’s deep and grandiose.

I left a meeting sooner than expected:
G7, which was held in Calgary,
with others who in their lands are respected –
but I’m the most respected one, mais oui?

Whatever’s going wrong, I blame Joe Biden.
For failures, I will never take the onus.
That one big bill, on which my future’s ridin’,
will gut the poor – but give the rich a bonus.

I’m modest, humble, kind, and self-effacing…
Just kidding! You all know my ego’s brittle.
And if you’re in a group that I’m debasing,
I’ll hurl insults, in order to belittle.

And so, as I continue my lamenting
regarding honors that I’ll never earn,
my needs are on display and unrelenting.
Your needs? They’re really none of my concern.