Scot Under the Collar

My skin is thin. How thin is it?
The slightest slight – I’ll lose my shit.
You ridicule me on TV?
I’ll say your show should cease to be.
A challenge coming from the press?
I’ll hurl an insult, then digress.
You mock me when you’re up on stage?
Then you’re a jerk who’s earned my rage.
My policies you dare condemn?
You’re radical, a left-wing Dem.
Subject me to your exhortation?
I’ll deport you from our nation.
Question my intelligence?
Then you deserve irrelevance.
You don’t accept my point of view?
Then you’ve got very low IQ.
I trash all who disrespect me
(several who helped re-elect me).
As rumors stir of actions ghoulish,
I call former allies “foolish.”
Those Epstein files have made things hot, and
so I have decamped to Scotland.
Popularity’s in nose-dive;
all decisions made with closed eyes.
Six months into my second term –
I seem increasingly infirm.
Not sure how we’ll all survive
the years remaining: three-point-five.