As Donald probes the depths of rhetoric,
We must wonder, “Is this guy really sick?”
Attacks on women, migrants escalate,
Disjointed ravings of a lunatic.

Trump’s very clear; we needn’t speculate.
Fear immigrants; they’re here to mutilate,
And slit our throats, right after they break in,
And wreak horrors too gross to contemplate.

Could different colors of the human skin
Have put poor Donald’s brain in a tailspin?
For black and brown is bad but white, okay.
Is Trump’s racism starting to wear thin?

The diagnosis of Trump’s brain decay,
Is imprecise but leaves us in dismay.
For we see his dementia getting worse,
And daily sinking deep in disarray.

As we see Donald totally submerse
In heinous lies, no matter how perverse,
It should be clear his mind is very sick.
So sick that he should have a full-time nurse.

Trump makes most women think that he’s a prick,
Thoughts reinforced each time he does his shtick.
When Donald speaks, the crazy insults flow
But MAGAts still make Donald Trump their pick.