Trump was four years of storm and strife,
With crimes large and small his term was rife.
With a last fake simper,
Not wth a bang, but a whimper,
The 45th President said, “Have a good life.”
Connect:
The End He Earned
Poetic Justice
Behold, Donald Trump — Friend of the Worker!
To whom loyalty’s dear as the almighty dollar.
But on his return to New York,
There to greet the great jerk,
Were the news media and one lone supporter.
