Our SCOTUS said, “No, no, bad boy,”
And Donald threw a tantrum.
He thought they were in his employ,
Which burned his gastric antrum.

“All tariffs,” Donald said, “are mine,”
But, check the Constitution.
The Court showed Trump a big stop sign,
And he’ll seek retribution.

Since our Supreme Court told him, “No,”
And Donald’s ire is waxing,
Cloacal emanations flow
As sphincters are relaxing.

He’ll charge new tariffs everywhere.
Though they are temporary. (1)
Is ten percent, or fifteen, fair?
Trump’s numbers: arbitrary.

We know Trump needs to dominate,
The curse of narcissism.
We’ve watched his ego detonate
At any criticism.

Poor Donald can’t stand discipline.
And bristles with defiance.
He thinks it isn’t masculine
And thrives on non-compliance.

Trump needs no Congress, needs no courts,
Autonomy demanding.
As we have seen in all reports,
Trump has to be commanding.

As Trump drives toward autocracy,
Progressively demented,
His sycophant bureaucracy,
And MAGAts have consented.