The Estate Tax is Really a Stimulus for the Cruise Industry

 


 This country, I’m afraid to say
 Is in for an adventure
 Because we’ve picked, as leader,
 A perennial back-bencher
  
 A man despite his long career 
 That history might miss
 Who, thrust into the limelight
 Is inclined to say, “Watch this!” 
  
 I wouldn’t say I’m a Freudian
 But I don’t think it’s shocking
 That someone looks for payback
 Who’s been subject to much mocking
  
 That’s why I’m sad and fearful
 That our path is paved to Hades
 By a man who’s been a punchline
 Since the early 1980s
  
 Who wants to grace the textbooks
 As a great progressive hero
 I’m sure he’ll be remembered
 The way Rome remembers Nero
  
 He’ll scorch the earth
 Prevaricate, dissemble, and deceive
 Do what it takes because he wants
 A legacy to leave
  
 I don’t believe we’ve ever had 
 A man in this position
 Driven in his doings by
 Such singular ambition
  
 Who said he was a centrist
 When speaking to the nation
 But doesn’t have a modicum (or two)
 Of moderation
  
 A man who asked the voters
 Between his campaign naps
 “Do I look like a socialist?”
 The answer is, “Perhaps.”

 The best defense against such folks
 Who want to be the star
 Is hoping when they reach
 They go and reach too far