On a midsummer’s day in 2015
He made his debut
He made his big scene
To the hubbub and drumming
Of sycophants’ screams
InDecent Descended
Escorting a scheme
Spinning the wheel
On his plan to demean
From his tower of power
He laid claim to his hour
To give birth to weeds
Rather than flowers
With words that were harsh
He said The Sheeple should march
To drain Washington’s swamp
And clean out its marsh
Oh, he was angry, Yes, he was mad
But The Sheeple, they loved him
Because of his bad
So vexed were they that they’d been had
By the Reagan & Bush
Free Market Comrades
That they lost all their spine
And fell right in line
And followed InDecent
Their Champion Cad
The Sheeple’s Leaders endorsed their Raving Mad Cad
At a buffoonery meeting atop his skyscraper pad
And laid hands on the candidate
Backed by Leningrad