Song: Lame Duck Donald Poem by Dave SmithWhite

He's a loser, that's surely what he is.
A sore loser, just tweeting that he's pissed.
He is a lame duck Donald,
A canker and a cyst;
A cardboard cut-out modelled,
As a cranked-up fantasist.

He's a loser, he can't deny the fact.
He's a loser, or prove the vote was hacked.
He's a loser, despite the courts he packed.
He's a loser, who knows it's all an act.

He's a loser, he can't defy the truth.
He's a loser, who provides the daily proof.
He's a loser, for all his paint and gloss.
He's a loser, who cannot face a loss.

He's a loser, that's surely what he is.
A bamboozler without a cunning twist.
He is a lame duck Donald,
He is pop without the fizz;
And the office he's dishonored,
Will dismiss him with a kiss.

He's a loser, a grifter and a cheat.
He's a loser, who cannot accept defeat.
He's a loser, who can't help but rant and whine.
He's a loser, and he shows it all the time.

He's a loser, who cannot play the game.
He's a loser, who fears his tarnished fame.
He's a loser, he won't obey the rules.
He's a loser, for all his nodding fools.

He's a loser, that's surely what he is.
He's a bruiser with his tiny hands and wrist.
He is the lame duck Donald,
Who still thinks himself the boss;
He's always hot and bothered,
But the world don't give a toss!