Who needs your stupid launch codes?
Shaking hands with dirty foreigners?
Who needs to contend with Democrat toads?
Who needs to pretend he cares about people?
Whether they live or they die?
Who needs to live in your stupid old White House?
Who needs to deal with corrupt FBI?
Who needs to golf with pussies like Lindsay?
Who needs meet with bitches like Mitch?
Who needs the whole damn president thing?
Am I not young? And handsome? And rich?
Who needs to daily watch Fox & Friends?
(Isn't the girl getting old?)
Who needs to talk to fatheads like Fauci
who always refuse to do as they're told?
Who needs to ever consider reality?
Who needs Junior and Eric?
Who, in the end, really needs Melanie?
(When I go to kiss her, she gets hysterical.)
Why would I wish my face on Mt. Rushmore?
(On bills, on stamps, or on coins?)
Why would I want my name on anything?
(In this I include the fruit of my loins.)
What I truly desire is just to retire,
drink warm, flat Coke, read by my fire.
Excellent books like The Art Of The Deal,
my convictions thrown out on Rudy's appeal.
