The Daft of the Orange King

A ballad

There once was a man with a curious pout,
Who ruled the news with a thunderous shout.
His hair, like a mop dipped in golden hue,
A spectacle daily, both tragic and true.

On the Escalator of Fame he began,
"Mexicans are rapists," he said of a plan.
The world rolled its eyes, his base stood tall,
And somehow, he bulldozed opponents and all.

His first term brought chaos, confusion, despair,
He threw paper towels and pretended to care.
He golfed through a virus, dismissed science outright,
"Inject bleach," he mused on a broadcasted night.

The Stormy seas of Daniels grew,
With payments denied, though everyone knew.
A riot ensued as his reign hit its peak,
"Stand back and stand by," his words so bleak.

The Capitol burned in democracy's shame,
And yet through the ashes, he played the same game.
"Stop the steal!" was his echoing cry,
While courts dismissed it as one big lie.

Yet voters returned with their hopes misplaced,
A sadder encore the world had to face.
Re-elected, the Orange King came back,
Riding his griev…