Oh, supreme maestro of chaos well devised
Thou who dost turn falsehoods into legacy prized
Thy hair, the clouds of a kitsch tempest wild
Thy suit, a shield 'gainst truths that are reviled

"Make America great again!" thou dost proclaim
Whilst selling dreams wrought with horror and shame
Thy walls are verses in blind poetry penned
That part and divide, yet intrigue to no end

Thou, who speak’st of "fake news" with foam on thy lips
Whilst thy truth is but jest, a tale that slips
Thy tweets are arrows cast into the air
Striking democracy, yet minds unaware

Oh, champion of vests of gold and flags unfurled
Thy hands, though small, raise empires of this world
Thy dealings, mere castles built of cards set
And thy wealth, a fable poorly told, full of regret

Thou, who say’st "very fine people" with a smile so wry
Whilst hatred doth spread as a plague passing by
Thou, who play’st with buttons that could doom the earth
Whilst the world doth tremble, and wisdom gives birth to mirth

But who am I to question thy fleeting light?
Thou turn’st the absurd into something bright
Thou mak’st ignorance an art most refined
And arrogance, a banner to be enshrined

Thus, here’s my tribute, ironic and true
To the man who hath made absurdity new
Who hath shown us that, at the end of the day
Truth is fragile, and lies shall ever hold sway