The African usurper will take power by guile,
Millions will he dazzle with his eloquent speech,
Promising peace, destruction doth he bring
around the lands that bow to the moon god.
Holding forth his arm, the seas he conquers,
Rising like a flood, they now retreat,
everyone in power will bang an intern,
lawsuits later will their powers defeat,
Rose the orange man, to bring back order,
Showed the door to deathly ill princess,
while the shirtless one looked one, uncertain,
whether this might be the time to dress.
looked on ... I meant to prophesy.
LOL, that’s good.
That’s a good one.