From Donald Trump’s prevarication
And his deranged pontification,
It’s all in plain sight
That something’s not right
Has Donald’s mind gone on vacation?

The threat to our nation’s emergent,
For two of Trump’s flaws seem convergent.
We know he’s a putz,
But what if he’s nuts?
Are courts a sufficient detergent?

And now, in our coming election
We’re battling Trumpist infection.
For, if it should spread,
Democracy’s dead.
Our diagnostician’s projection.

We’re all hearing Donald Trump babble
When he is addressing his rabble,
We sense that his brain
Is circling the drain.
His speeches are all gibble-gabble.

It’s double, double, toil and trouble. (1)
As we hear Trump’s thoughts boil and bubble.
His words don’t make sense.
His MAGAs are tense;
His thinking has been bombed to rubble.

Some MAGAs are now comprehending
That Donald is not worth defending.
Trump’s losing his mind.
They’re all in a bind;
The reign of their king may be ending. (2)

(1) Apologies to William Shakespeare (Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I)
(2) Consider the similar situation with George III of England during the
American Revolutionary War.