by Chris O’Carroll
I whipped off the mask for my balcony scene,
Then took to the tweets for a session of spleen.
Pumped full of good things by my beautiful docs,
I put the kibosh on the stimulus talks.
Relief plans can wait till I’ve won the election.
Oops, stock market tanked, so I changed my direction.
Stimulus bills are now back on the table.
I’m not erratic and I’m not unstable.
I go postal when seeing my minions decline
To arrest Democrats, but my brain works just fine.
The way I’m behaving, nobody can tell
That I’m even a teeny bit weak or unwell.