Tomorrow at noon, Washington braces not just for subzero temperatures but for the farcical swearing-in of a convicted criminal: Donny Disaster T-Rump. Rather than face the elements like his predecessors Reagan, Obama and JFK, T-Rump has shifted the ceremony indoors to the Rotunda, citing weather concerns—a thin excuse to mask fears of a sparse crowd. This same man, who once doctored images to inflate his 2017 audience, will now surely lean on AI to paint his reign as anything but absurd. The irony is sharp: a so-called "tough guy" hiding from the cold, while planning a flood of executive orders the next day to "disrupt" democracy at the maximum.

A cold wind chills Washington this very day,
But frost alone can’t drive these morons away.
At noon, the oath will echo through the halls,
As fear of crowds reshapes the calls.

Oh, the Rotunda must now bear the scene,
For subzero air cannot much intervene.
No throngs of supporters, no roaring acclaim,
Just doctored photos to burnish his name.

AI-crafted snapshots, flawless and clean,
Will replace the fans who are seldom seen.
Reagan once braved this biting cold,
Without these excuses, nervously bold.

His MAGA caps shout "45th–47th"* with zeal,
A slogan that twists what facts reveal.
With orders in hand, he prepares to impose,
A torrent of rules, as disruption grows.

Trade, immigration, energy torn,
A legacy built on chaos is born.
The “tough guy” façade, the show of might,
Collapses fast under public sight.

So Washington shivers, the cold truth bites,
A puppet of hubris ascends to new heights.
His oath, a mockery, his reign, a jest,
This star-crossed POTUS will fail every test.

*Have I missed anything? The cap says 45-47, shouldn't it say 45th and 47th? Does he include the lost election as a won election since he considers it stolen?