Humongous Spreader From A Viral Shedder

Flying in with Air Force One being an ominous backdrop Swirling flags of Betsy Ross which make our breath stop Setting the tone for his rock festival with no Autumn Moon As ludicrous as a cow mooing running after a dish and spoon Rattling off phrases of erroneous statements filled with self-praise Stuffed with Regeneron and powerful steroids so irrational and dazed Feeling immune promising his wish to catch the bug again by kissing all of his disgusting followers squeezed in a pigpen. Squealing before the slaughter with disco tunes blaring Contagiously reckless with a disease raging for sharing Pushing through the Senate a pretty mom for our justice Lindsey the hypocrite is showing no true reluctance Blocking the process in 2016 for a moderate Garland Indian giver with his word lost in America's heartland Heartlessly becoming the committee's honored chairman While he may lose his hot seat like a third-class Airman Meanwhile in Sanford and later in the city of Johnstown our bragger blustered while warning of a new lockdown. Claiming the silent enemy has stealthy flown and vanished Losing his entire staff forever forbidden, damned and banished Demonstrating maliciously his one-sided macho horrific views Begging for female suburbanites to forget what they eschew Receiving no sympathy for contracting the evil pandemic because his callousness is cold to a racism which is systemic. Miraculously cured and is no longer a dangerous shedder Victimizing his fans with misinformation at the super spreader Progressing forward to Iowa won't help his feeble chances Like a mad baboon he regurgitates while he clumsily dances The level of absurdity has reached as high as the rafters Never needing a speechwriter embarrassingly lost in laughter. Trying to save his dilemma by resorting to the Village People who will leave him hanging with Quasimodo from the highest steeple. Creamed from his magical medication claiming he's feeling great Nonetheless when they recede he will fluctuate to being irate Lurking in the cellar are corpses who will soon rise and resurrect holding the chains of Ebenezer remembering him of his debts. The con artist is only of few steps from being incarcerated as his reputation is ruined and his freedom will be confiscated. We can enjoy leafing through the pages of McSweeney discovering similarities to the likes of Benito Mussolini. Maybe he will find himself by his granddaughter in exile discussing the presidency as a cult of hatred and bile. For now he is amongst us giving his last shows and rallies without of smidgeon of compassion for the death tallies. Infecting all from sea to sea to the mountains and the prairies Pulling up his collar as he ventures through unknown cemeteries "Only my life matters" although he is hiding his deep remorse for his days are numbered and we all know this of course.