The glitterati of the town,
Dressed up in tux or party gown.
Then, what did we see on TV?
A would-be shooter taken down.

For Donald Trump was there, you see,
To meet the press, his enemy,
With no comedian as host,
(You can’t make fun of DJT.)

The press left Donald free to roast,
Without the fear of a riposte,
Which Donald knew would surely come
From Colbert, Kimmel, Colin Jost.

They’d let Trump beat his boastful drum,
And certainly be quarrelsome.
That is his nature, as we know,
To burn our epigastrium.

Investigation’s going slow.
Lots of opinions overflow.
What stirred this man to such an act?
What do the suspect’s records show?

When this whole mess has been unpacked,
We should learn why this man attacked,
Did mental illness play a role?
And we still face one glaring fact.

Trump’s caused a roiling fumarole,
That tests our nation’s very soul.
Though safety is our common goal,
Nobody’s mentioned gun control.