I won’t be doing the debates;
let others wrestle with their fates.
No need to stand and take their shots
since none of them has what I gots.
The public knows just who I am:
the Chosen One (yet one more scam).
I hold a legendary lead –
back to the throne I shall accede.
No need to step upon a stage;
Truth Social’s where I vent my rage.
I say without a speck of bluster:
put in me, not God, your trust, sir.
Four times now I’ve been indicted:
riots, they claim, I’ve incited.
Voting, they say, I obstructed.
Documents (hush-hush) – abducted.
Also, prior to these scandals,
payoffs made to Stormy Daniels.
(I love to insult her – she
lured me into adultery.)
GOP debates are folly;
losers tossing verbal volleys,
blundering through their opaque talk.
Meanwhile, I’ll win in a cakewalk.
I’ll sit down with my man Tucker
(sees my ass and his lips pucker);
to my base he loves to pander.
(We’re both racists, in all candor.)
There’s no need for my debating;
same ol’ stuff I’ll go on hating.
Toward my enemies – derision.
(Question: can I rule from prison?)
