The Prez Is My Shepherd Poem by Doug Lane

The PREZ is my shepherd; I shall not want for anxiety about his mental health.
He maketh me to lie down in bad pastures: he leadeth me beside the giant tax cuts for the rich..
He restoreth The Fifties: he leadeth me in the paths of unrighteousness for his base's sake.
Yea, though Thou hast more nukes than anybody, I will never feel safe: for thou art crazily provoking Kim Chung-Un; thy rod and thy staff they goad him.
Thou preparest a Putinesque table before me in the service of mine enemies: thou anointest my coasts with oil spills; my shores runneth over.
Surely madness and misery shall follow me all the days of Thy administration: and Thy head will swelleth in the White House for what feeleth like forever, or until all hell busteth loose