The Persistence of Trumpitude
There’s a weird old rhyme that goes,
“As I was walking up the stair,
I met a man who wasn’t there.
He wasn’t there again today;
I wish, I wish he’d go away.”
Here it is updated:
“Yesterday’s news came on the air
About a man who’s not all there.
He’s not all there again today.
Donald, for Christ’s sake, go away.”