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The Tirade of Being 'Bad'
TRUMP:
"Bad," you say? That’s all? So flat? So dull? A tweet without venom, a rally half-full! Why, you might have said a hundred things— Each one in its flavor, like birds with gold wings!
Aggressive: “If I were so bad, I'd indict myself twice— Then blame the deep state while eating cold fries!”
Friendly: "Donnie, ease up—you're stressing too much. That scowl’ll crack your spray-on blush!"
Descriptive: “A tower of bluster! A gilded disgrace! A man with three lies for each inch of face!”
Curious: “Do you have to practice each fib you repeat? Or do they just come—like golf lies and cheats?”
Gracious: “Sir, your gift for deceit is a marvel, no doubt— Like painting fake checks with your tongue sticking out.”
Truculent: “When he yells about rigging, I cover my ears— Like hearing a goose honk its way through the years.”
Considerate: “Rest, Don, your heart’s doing ten lies a beat— That much distortion can melt your gold seat!”
Tender: “Wear mittens, dear Donald, when you shake a hand— We wouldn’t want fraud to rub off on the land!”
Pedantic: “According to Tacitus and even Suetonius, Your ethics are shakier than Claudius, erroneous!”
Cavalier: “Such flair, such style—such a dazzling fraud! One wonders if conning is your way of being awed.”
Emphatic: “No court nor committee could ever compete— With the gall you serve at each public tweet!”
Dramatic: “When he talks, the markets wince with dread— Like Hamlet performed by the walking dead!”
Admiring: “A legend in spin, a maestro of mess— He sells rain as champagne, with fake success!”
Lyric: “Is that a storm, or just Trump’s breath? A cyclone of fiction with no fear of death!”
Simple: “Gosh, Mister, you sure say strange stuff— My dad says you’re fibbin’, sure ‘nuff!”
Rustic: “Wahl, even our mule tells less tall tales— And he’s kicked fewer folks off the rails!”
Military: “Bad? Why, he’d lead a retreat in advance— Salute with a smirk, then forget the stance!”
Practical: “Put him in Vegas—he'd rig every slot— Then claim he invented the concept of 'lot'!”
Parody (in Pyramus' sighs): “Behold the man who trampled truth, In golden boots and lies uncouth!”
Had you the flair, the panache, the verve, You’d have skewered me right—right on the curve! But you? You just said bad. How awfully sad. Next time, do try harder. It’ll make me feel glad.
TRUMP:
"Bad," you say? That’s all? So flat? So dull? A tweet without venom, a rally half-full! Why, you might have said a hundred things— Each one in its flavor, like birds with gold wings!
Aggressive: “If I were so bad, I'd indict myself twice— Then blame the deep state while eating cold fries!”
Friendly: "Donnie, ease up—you're stressing too much. That scowl’ll crack your spray-on blush!"
Descriptive: “A tower of bluster! A gilded disgrace! A man with three lies for each inch of face!”
Curious: “Do you have to practice each fib you repeat? Or do they just come—like golf lies and cheats?”
Gracious: “Sir, your gift for deceit is a marvel, no doubt— Like painting fake checks with your tongue sticking out.”
Truculent: “When he yells about rigging, I cover my ears— Like hearing a goose honk its way through the years.”
Considerate: “Rest, Don, your heart’s doing ten lies a beat— That much distortion can melt your gold seat!”
Tender: “Wear mittens, dear Donald, when you shake a hand— We wouldn’t want fraud to rub off on the land!”
Pedantic: “According to Tacitus and even Suetonius, Your ethics are shakier than Claudius, erroneous!”
Cavalier: “Such flair, such style—such a dazzling fraud! One wonders if conning is your way of being awed.”
Emphatic: “No court nor committee could ever compete— With the gall you serve at each public tweet!”
Dramatic: “When he talks, the markets wince with dread— Like Hamlet performed by the walking dead!”
Admiring: “A legend in spin, a maestro of mess— He sells rain as champagne, with fake success!”
Lyric: “Is that a storm, or just Trump’s breath? A cyclone of fiction with no fear of death!”
Simple: “Gosh, Mister, you sure say strange stuff— My dad says you’re fibbin’, sure ‘nuff!”
Rustic: “Wahl, even our mule tells less tall tales— And he’s kicked fewer folks off the rails!”
Military: “Bad? Why, he’d lead a retreat in advance— Salute with a smirk, then forget the stance!”
Practical: “Put him in Vegas—he'd rig every slot— Then claim he invented the concept of 'lot'!”
Parody (in Pyramus' sighs): “Behold the man who trampled truth, In golden boots and lies uncouth!”
Had you the flair, the panache, the verve, You’d have skewered me right—right on the curve! But you? You just said bad. How awfully sad. Next time, do try harder. It’ll make me feel glad.