The Chosen One: A Monologue

DT sings to himself in the mirror:

 

I LOVE how folks bow down to me

And say my work's a job well done.

That's because so many can see

That Donald Trump is the Chosen One.

 

I alone can fix this land.

My work here has just barely begun.

When I have the upper hand,

I'll prove I am the Chosen One.

 

You'll get away with everything.

Stringing people along is fun.

And you can act as though you're king,

Or better than that: the Chosen One.

 

The Bible I have never read,

But bucks will flow in by the ton

When I sell it, for it's said

That I am really the Chosen One.

 

Christ and I are much alike--

Each a victim; each a son.

Opponents all can take a hike.

Best beware of the Chosen One.

 

I'm invincible 'cause I'm smart.

Are there folks who are brighter? None!

But still some want to tear me apart.

Look what they're doing to the Chosen One.

 

If I do not win this fall,

The election, I'll say, was badly run.

How could anyone have the gall

Not to vote for the Chosen One?

 

All the folks who criticize

What I do are those we'll shun.

I'll make it my enterprise

To market myself as the Chosen One.

 

With the Trump card, we will win.

Look at me: I made a pun!

I'm flawless, for I never sin--

Not when I'm the Chosen One.

 

Oh, my goodness, I'm so proud

Of all the tales that I have spun.

I know how to work a crowd,

Pretending I'm the Chosen One.

 

Me be scrupulous? No way!

You'll get farther if you're un-.

I don't care what critics say

Because I am the Chosen One!

 

-by Bob B (4-6-24)