RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: TRUMP
The Lords of Wall Street
The Lords of Wall Street love him
Without dignity or reason
The markets reign above him
He’s the man of every season
He starts a war of choice
That cripples the world economy
In a crude a bellicose voice
Like a man with a frontal lobotomy
He regards us all as his fools
Who can’t conceive his glory
He’s tossed aside all the rules
He’ll write his own damn story
But the Dow goes through the sky
And the NASDAQ follows suit
We cannot wonder why
The man is in it for the loot
With one eye on the marketplace
And one hand in the till
The markets are his saving grace
Wall Street loves him still
He has the Lords of Wall Street
He owns the Court Supreme
Hold on tight to your seat
This is the MAGA dream
