D trump stared at the ceiling
And then he tapped the wall.
He peeked behind the pictures
And glanced into the hall.
Then reaching in a desk drawer,
Thinking, “Crazy? like a fox!”
He pulled out blunt-tipped scissors and
a big Alcoa box
and set to work, with shiny sheets
to overlap each joint
until the thing was smooth and round
and rose into a point.
“Take that, Obama! Oh so smart—
Spy on yourself instead!”
He muttered as he placed the thing
Upon his ill-dyed head.
“It’s microwaves, says Kellyanne,
Or maybe my tv.
There’s cameras in it, that I know,
And cell phones? Possibly.
The CIA, those Nazi guys—
And after that ovation!
It’s just as well I weekend in
A very safe location
Where I can golf and golf and golf
And think I’ll never stop
And crowds of foreign leaders can
Enjoy a photo op
While in the background there’s my team,
Hand-picked for their distinction,
Discussing North Korea’s plans
For nuclear extinction.
It’s all so safe, I tell you, folks—
And calm as it appears,
But I’m demanding Congress will
Begin a probe of Sears!”