How this past year has been can be put into words:
Yellow buttery bleak and red necks gone ablaze.
Some who thought we’d get better still think that we are.
Yet, we’ve got something bitter. That’s swamp change by far!
Through commanding by Twitter, we’ve entered a phase
Where the media lead us like innocent herds.
“I just cannot believe it’s not better by now,”
Say the ones who had trumpeted triumph in hope
That the swamp would come clean again, like long ago,
And that coal mines will flourish. Great pride we will show
To the world’s many nations whose leaders don’t grope.
Things are still pretty cheesy, but not from a cow.
Things are better for me, but no credit goes to
Anyone who holds office and squirts on its walls.
I am better because my true self lets me know.
As I keep on improving my mood, I’ll outgrow
My propensity to grab the bull by the balls.
I can churn my own butter well, as many do.