To his ultra-rich buddies. He said, "just wait,
We'll make more and more dough, I'll fill up your plate,
Before November of two thousand eighteen,
My tax plan'll make you richer than you've ever been.
Don't worry about two-oh nineteen and twenty,
Even if they throw me out, we'll still have plenty.
I've made lots of judges that'll go our way,
I've gutted the mission of the EPA,
I couldn't take everything from folks who depend
On the government for help, but we'll get theirs in the end.
They can't turn it back, and they won't vote it down,
We've shot the moon, fellas!" says this evil clown.
"Who needs Somalia and Egypt and Gabon,
And Haiti and Botswana, I could go on,
Our superior post-industrial power
Will dominate them all. I'm the man of the hour!
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