Donald is a sad little man.
(Albeit he’s also evil.)
Photo of dad on his desk?
Don’t know 'bout you
but to me that suggests
unresolved issues,
his way of saying,
“So there!
You’re dead and buried!
And I AM HERE!
In the WHITE HOUSE!
I’m PRECEDENT!
WHAT DID YOU DO?
Daddy? Daddy?
Look at me? Please?
Why do I feel
these inadequacies?
Daddy? Oh, Daddy?
I'm down on my knees.
Please say you love me.
Please? Daddy? Please?to lie and conceal.
Why do so many
people berate me?
Why, Daddy in heaven,
does everyone hate me?
I’m rich and handsome,
I have a great life.
(And speaking of women,
check out current wife.)
My crowds adore me,
yet I feel stressed.
Daddy, like you,
I get awful press.
I never can satisfy
the New York Times.
They even remind me
of you sometimes.
(Do I have a thing
with authority figures?
We always agreed,
not renting to REDACTED
I do NOT insist on
complete adulation,
but I would appreciate
some A-PRE-CI-A-TION.)
I know you’re dead, Daddy,
still I sit by the phone
hoping you’ll call.
I. Feel. SO. A-lone!”
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