The Admiral Apprentice

 Must be tremendous to be

He who orders executively
The leader, the Potus, the boss
Winning instantly becomes a loss

Has to be paramount to be the man
With no apparent purpose or plan
Repeal. No deal. Whatever he feels
This fancy rat continually squeals

Isn't it magnanimous to be
A fool fueled by ego driven lunacy
Crying fraud left and right
Twittering like a turkey all night

Truly it's so rewarding to be
A lieutenant boasting authority
Dripping greed like beads of sweat
The entire world wears a frown of regret

How comforting it must be
To have the support of the wannabe Nazis
Fire and fury at your fingertips
Hate and ignorance fall from your lips

Is it ever so satisfying to see
The chief ambassador of wars yet to be
The shirtless Russian's bent over puppet
Tooting his own horn like a worn out Trumpet

Does it trip the world's trigger
To play Russian roulette with the Korean dictator
These three little men with all their vigor
Out to prove which ones unit is bigger

How very easy to pass the responsibility
To other old men severely lacking in ability
A cabinet full of expired soup cans
A room full of imbeciles that govern our land

And isn't it just great
To be able to get away with rape
A convicted criminal can now be
The leader of the land of the free

It must be fantastic to be
The color of Manwich grease
With a foreign mail order bride
Hitched along for the ride

Clearly it is exceptional to be
A simpleton, a Gump, riches no frump
A ludicrous, farcical, grumpy, sad lump
Lamenting and flailing from his gilded stump

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