🧠 TRUMPTY DUMPTY: ROUND TWO

Trumpty Dumpty sat on his throne,

 Tweeting from toilets he claimed were his own.

 All the red hats and all the fake men,

 Couldn’t make Donnie feel smart again.

He shouted and pouted and stomped like a brute,

 While wearing three girdles and one ill-fit suit.

 He promised a wall, he blamed the unknown,

 Then hid in a bunker and called it his home.

Trumpty Dumpty broke all the norms,

 With lawyers and cronies and golden Trump forms.

 He banned some words, he banned some books,

 He banned compassion and thoughtful looks.

He howled for parades, demanded a crown,

 Said he'd lock up his rivals, then fell face-down.

 Declared he'd be king, by force if required—

 (But forgot even coups need folks who aren’t tired.)

Trumpty Dumpty declared April God’s,

 While ducking indictments and defrauding squads.

 He preened like a peacock, raged at the sun,

 Filed fifty appeals...and lost every one.

He kissed up to strongmen, cozied with crooks,

 Couldn't read memos but sure sold books.

 Said science was fake, the press was a fraud—

 Then choked on a cheeseburger mid "Thank God."

Trumpty Dumpty may run once more,

 With gritted veneers and a criminal score.

 But even his base, the loud and the few,

 Are starting to ask: “Is this shit still new?”

So here’s to the egg—cracked, scrambled, and cooked,

 With secrets and scandals all thoroughly booked.

 If power’s a mirror, then here’s the reflection:

 One bad comb-over from natural selection.