"Malice in Blunderland Or: Executive Disorder" is a searing political ballad
 that dissects Donald Trump through the lens of Dr. John Gartner’s diagnosis 
of malignant narcissism, the most dangerous, pathological form of narcissism . 
The poem wants to reveal how Trump’s unchecked ego and impulsive rage 
destroy truth, justice, and global stability, replacing dialogue with dominance 
and law with loyalty. 

A man ascends, not by the weight
Of wisdom, law, or measured fate,
But by the mirror’s gilded frame,
Obsessed with praise, obsessed with name.

Dr. Gartner made it clear to see—
A mind undone by enmity:
Malignant is the root, the core,
A hunger vast, forever more.

He does not trade to build or bind,
But scorches earth, derides mankind.
Allies scorned, foundations cracked,
He deals in spite, not measured pact.

Where reason ends, his rage begins,
No counsel cool, no sober wins.
His justice bends at every whim,
Courts reduced to tools for him.

He slanders judges, fires dissent,
Lets felons walk, with full consent.
The loyal purged, the press decried,
The state undone from deep inside.

He tariffs all, then boasts the cost,
As industries and trust are lost.
Geography he brands anew,
With strokes of might, not merit true.

Each fact that dares to counter him
He brands as lies, deceit, or sin.
The world looks on in mute dismay,
As order bends and peels away.

For in his eyes, the goal is clear:
Not peace, not truth, but grand veneer.
The greatest, best, in his own lore,
Though history will write much more.

He builds not nations, but divides,
Till all that's stable slips and slides.
And if unchecked, this path of fire
Could scorch the globe with mad desire.

World War waits where egos swell—
A self-made throne becomes our hell.
Take heed, act fast, while there is time:
To halt the fall, reverse the climb.

For tyrants fall when truth stands tall,
When courage dares to breach the wall.
But silence now, and all may see
The death of law—and liberty.

To face such will, one must stand tall,
No shrinking step, no lowered call.
Where threats arise, let strength reply,
With steady voice and watchful eye.
Respect is born when equals meet—
Not in retreat, but firm on feet.