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.