“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Issues–bullsh!t–concealing facts–
My scab–bitches–and kings–

And why D.C. is boiling hot–

And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the Trumpsters cried,
“Before our CPAC chat;
For most of us are out of breath,
And some of us are fat!”

“No hurry!” said the Chief of Staff.
They thanked him much for that.

“The Loafing Left,” the Walrus said,
“Is the target of my screed:
Plus Corporate media lies
Rather Breitbart you should read —
Now if you’re ready, Trumpsters dear,
My ego you can feed.”

“Don’t turn on us!” the Trumpsters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such turnout, that would be
An awful thing to do!”
“Alt-Right’s real right,” the Walrus said.
“Do you support our views?”

“Be sure to wave your Russian flags
When Trump says he loves the Jews!”

The Chief of Staff said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
Of baloney, slice it thin and deft–

Don’t make me ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
By stringing them along so far,
And not insure them when they’re sick!”

The Chief of Staff said nothing but
“The bullsh!t’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With Nazi ideals he trotted out
The largest of his lies,
Holding onto his microphone
Before his dreaming eyes.

“O Trumpsters,” said the Chief of Staff,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
We’ll trot you out in 4 more years
Or when the boss is glum–
And this was fairly odd, because
They’d beaten every one.