It’s not about running the country,

When we think about that guy,

His motives, his reason for the crown.

It’s really about slapping them silly,

The ones that got under his skin.

I can’t feel any zeal in his purpose,

All I feel is fear and a silent numbing.

I keep waiting for some civil action,

And I am left feeling rather helpless.

I’ve asked my friends to help explain,

This cultural phenomena drags me down.

I wonder about others in the game,

Are they now feeling his wrath.

Are they the ones who voted him in?

Are they happy to feel their loss of control?

Are they afraid?

Oh it would seem too early to tell,

We always question an early forecast.

But if there is a storm coming near,

I hope our footing is somehow secure..