Another day, another tweet
What will this say? Stay in your seat
Is it doomsday? Who's on the street?
I'm turning grey, it's not upbeat
This constant blitz, non-stop barrage
The childish fits, don't camouflage
This is the pits, a sabotage
Of all our wits, a fraud's mirage
The swamp's been drained and in its place
A desert stained with more disgrace
Relations strained with every race
And nothing gained, not anyplace
