Enter a tall man, pharaoh-onic, a figure of old
Wearing a glittering royal headdress
And surgical mask woven of gold
Don’t be alarmed, he says, don’t stress
All will be explained sooner or later
I am Donald Trump, your leader
Welcome to our Passover seder
Cruise liners with plague patients and nowhere to go
Remember? Now they set their course for Mar-a-Lago
Captain anchored offshore, put it to the owner to decide
Who shall live and who shall die. Remember?
Trump now says, You shall indeed enter
It’s all yours, folks, my ballrooms recovery centers
The waters have parted, I’ve changed my mind
The spell is broken, relax, recline
And now the cameras begin to descend
Including former enemies led by CNN
And the patients unrestrained by their disease
Climb onto the glittering floors and dance
Profuse thanks to the lord of the manse
Now with every camera on his lair
Every eye admiring his skullcapped hair
The ex-president surprises us with a new look
Maybe he is a genius, he’s actually reading a book
He’s found a way to relieve the distress
His answer, folks, is now to everything: Yes, yes, yes!
He takes a position on the highest verandah
And with outstretched torch in his hand
Posing as Liberty, invoking Moses and Musk
We hear the great story of the Exodus
Declares he, Send me your ill and weary, your Covid-19
Your strokes, your dyspeptics, all patients in between
As your new/old prez, let me wipe away your tears
And not only that, I’m happy to volunteer
Even to clean the bathrooms, with or without protection
In this manner I will win the November election.