The Trumps Do Halloween
At the White House any more it's always Halloween,
For there all sorts of scary monsters can be daily seen;
Nazi-loving white supremacists and kleptocrats
Slide and slither in the gloomy halls like snakes and rats;
They flee the sunlight of public exposure of their crimes.
For us it is the worst, for them it is the best of times.
They suck the lifeblood of the country, crushing its ideals;
They have more loot than Croesus and some wear stiletto heels.
The great orange pumpkin head of this criminal endeavor
To celebrate the holiday thought it would be clever
To invite the offspring of the press corps to a fête.
They came in costume, thinking they were there to celebrate
The fun of being spooky on a late day in October.
But the atmosphere was strained and Donald's mood was strangely sober.
Although he tried to make cute comments on each one's disguise
He soon seized the opportunity to criticize
The mothers and the fathers of these kids, the dreaded press
Who just because they try to tell the truth cause him such stress.
He constantly complains that journalists are out of line
Because to sing his praise they unaccountably decline.
He told the children they were beautiful but found it odd
They could be so given that their parents were so flawed.
He asked the children if when they grew up they wished to be
Just like their parents, then withdrew the question awkwardly.
But the question is worth posing in the case of Donald's spawn;
The answer seems to be affirmative for Junior Don.
He put a photograph on Twitter of his darling daughter
And gave a chilling sample of the crap that he has taught her.
She looks surprised and saddened and isn't that just dandy?
It's because he's taken half her trick and treating candy.
He says that it's to show her that socialism's bad.
What a lovely lesson to receive from her dear dad.
The missing candy symbolizes taxes rich folk pay.
That family is effing weird, is all that I can say.