Let's Make America Great Again
This is what I'd like the Queen to say should she ever meet Donald Trump.
Let's Make America Great Again
Philip, now I am told Donald doesn’t like leaks
So I have been using Tena Lady for the last few weeks
I’d like to meet him because I’ve seen a lot in my 64 years on the throne
And a man like Trump is impossible to condone.
First he went in for the pussy grab
Then it was the global gag
Something has to be done about this misogynistic shit bag
Who gets seedier and seedier
Greedier and greedier
And blocks dissent on social media
And I will not let him run the world off a cliff
With his small hands and dodgy quiff
So I would have liked to have met him, yes,
and I would have told him that it's OK to love the KKK
Then grab his Pyongyang
And pranged him in the wang
Torched his todger
And told him it's OK to be a tax dodger
Welcomed him as a far-right nationalist
By giving his old chap a short sharp twist
I’d swing him by the schlong
Dangle him by the ding dong
Let him feel the heat of being a climate change denier
By sizzling his shaft in a deep fat fryer
I’d twizzle his member into all kinds of distortions
While he funds conversion therapy, bans abortions
I’d mangle it, do it while he’s taking a piss,
And watch that boosts ratings on The Apprentice
Putin’s pal he owes his place in history to internet trolls
And Russian bots who destabilised the polls
And please, I wish he would stop trying to Keep up with Kim,
Between Donald and him, I don’t know where to begin;
So POTUS please: stop posturing about your Nuclear Power
Stick to cheating at golf and gilding Trump Tower
And if you really want to see something go ballistic, think of Melania, unleashing fire and fury, bringing the thunder
Because your marital forecast sure looks Stormy now, after that blunder
Keep your rocket in your pocket man; Your bombast may rid the world of nukes
But you’re still a sucker for a stripper in Daisy Dukes.
So Phillip, I would have liked to have met him, yes
So I could kick this demagogue in the cajones and take a vice to each ball
And say: ‘That’s price you pay Donald, for even thinking about building a wall.
It’s torture, yes Trump, but fire must be met with fire, so how about castration
For attempting to undo all the work of the Obama administration?'
I think of him in his tower, Philip I do, and I wonder how Trump sleeps
While Lady Liberty still thrusting her defiant torch in the air, weeps.