Trump(et) tune

Upon his throne of gold so bright A man arose to claim the fight With Twitter fingers, sharp and bold He spun his tales, both fierce and cold A tyrant's tantrum, vain and shrill Yet millions knelt before him still Their god of greed, their orange saint A bloated fraud with cheap spray paint His loyal crowd, so loud, so proud Would cheer his gaffes and chant out loud He'd trip on facts, he'd slip on words Yet still, they'd call him sharp as swords A tyrant's tantrum, vain and shrill Yet millions knelt before him still Their god of greed, their orange saint A bloated fraud with cheap spray paint"I alone can fix it all"! He'd cry atop his Mar-a-hall Yet when the plague came knocking near He shrugged and whispered"Drink some beer"! Now shadows grow, his name still looms A specter in the ballot rooms Yet history writes with pen so keen A clown, a king, or in-between? He loathed the truth, he spat at facts Bent laws like straws, then called it tact Democracy? Just clay to mold He'd crown himself if votes were sold Yet history sees beyond the scam Beyond the cult, beyond the sham No king, no god, no leader true