Donald Trump’s Blues
I’ve got those dirty, lowdown, presidential blues.
You surely know by now; it’s all over the news.
The MSM attack; they haven’t got a clue.
I see in black and white; my foes all see in hues.
I should be way ahead; the polls say I’m behind.
Some people think I’m cruel; I’m really far too kind.
I have no money; my campaign’s in a bind.
I’ll make us great again; my critics are just blind.
I’ve got the blues.
The faux strong man blues.
Didn’t mean to be a fascist
But what else could I choose?
Can’t see where this is heading
But I’ve paid my share of dues.
I just can’t sit here thinking
That I’m really going to lose.