We’ve watched Trump screw the pooch, and then the dog pound;
As our ship of state is now running aground.
With Donald as captain, our ship’s sprung a leak,
Joe Rogan suspects that Trump’s mind is unsound.

We’re caught in a storm and our ship’s timbers creak,
Our classicists think of Odysseus, the Greek.
But would Homer celebrate Donald in song?
Or would Homer leave Trump aground, up the creek?

When villains in history are proven wrong,
They don’t inspire songs that we all sing along,
For our classic poets do not revere lies.
(Trump bats facts around like he’s playing ping pong.)

For over a decade, we’ve watched Donald’s rise,
And now we see him being cut down to size.
His qualifications for captain, just guile.
Now, could Trump’s deceit cause our nation’s demise?

If we look at misjudgements in Donald’s pile,
There’s Covid, his tariffs, Iran, Epstein’s file,
Convictions in court, even for felonies,
And now, some suggest he is getting senile.

Our captain is sailing in treacherous seas:
The Strait of Hormuz, which he let Iran seize.
In China, Xi smiles as he views our shipwreck.
Must all our grandchildren start learning Chinese?