I Wrote a Spoof

To the tune of "I Pity the Poor Immigrant"

I pity the poor president

Who wishes he would've stayed home

Who uses all his power to do evil

But in the end is always left so alone

That man whose tiny fingers cheats

And who lies with every breath

Who passionately hates his wife

And likewise, loves immigrants’ death

I pity the poor president

Who does nothing but complain

Whose chief enemy is poor ratings

Whose tweets are insane

Who rules but is not satisfied

Who fears and is never free

Who goes to fight with truth itself

And breaks the law with glee

I pity the poor president

Who drags us through the mud

Who steals and golfs while laughing

And who covers other lands in blood

Whose rule in the final end

Must shatter like the glass

I pity the poor president

When our judgment comes to pass