'Twas the night before inauguration,
And all through Trump Hotel DC,
The rats hunted mice,
And it smelled like bad cheese.
Trump sits at a desk,
Struggling with his speech,
Pinching his tiny cock,
With a warm glass of hooker pee.
He's only got a few lines,
"I'm gonna be huge, it's gonna be great,"
And nonsense like that,
He wants to tweet, but has nothing to say.
He knows that he's hated,
It's just who he is,
He'll be impeached very soon,
So he shits his Depends.