Day 704, O’ Little Town of Washington
(can be sung to O’ Little Town of Bethlahem)
O’ Little Town of Washington,
How still we see the lie.
But nightmares creep into our sleep
Each time Trump tells a lie.
With Mueller’s findings coming
To light the Donald’s fuse,
A rash of tweets each morning greets
Those turning on the news.
Trump’s rid himself of generals,
All those advising him.
If they talked back, Trump would attack
And fire each one of them.
Now, he’s just left with “yes men,”
No critics in the room.
Trump masticates and defecates.
They tell him, “It’s perfume.”
The Dow Jones, NASDAQ, S&P
Went up when Trump came in.
Since Trump was wise, he made them rise.
It’s all due to his win.
But now the market’s falling
And that is blasphemy.
That dunderhead who runs the Fed
Killed Trump’s economy.
With 2020 looming now,
Trump’s in election mode.
The thought of loss must haunt the boss;
He fears a rocky road.
Now Democrats and Mueller
Both undermine his Wall.
That Cohen putz just drives Trump nuts.
He flipped and knows it all.