Trump’s Version of the song America
My country ‘tis of me.
I de-plore liberty.
Of me I sing.
Land where I didn’t serve,
Because I had no nerve.
A p’rade I don’t deserve.
Of me I sing.
My native country, thee,
Closed to minorities.
I do decree.
I love thy rocks and rills.
It’s land I want to drill.
Because I am a shill.
Please vote for me.
Let coal dust swell the breeze,
And de-stroy all the trees.
A de-spoiled song.
Let voters stay asleep,
Not make a single peep.
All of their rights I sweep.
I’m never wrong.
Pu-tin is God to me.
He, too, hates liberty.
To him I sing.
Long may I rule this land,
If no one stops me, man.
It is the master plan.
Great God I’m King!