Covfefe, baby, what the hell did you write that night?
Moon was high, your brain took flight,
Your thumbs went wild, your caps lock too,
Now every sharpies laughin’ right at you.

Covfefe go-go, dude just hit the road,
Covfefe solo, take your ego load,
Covfefe oh no, your wave’s gone flat,
So grab your board, bro, and don’t come back!

Down in Mar-a-Lago, you’re tanning that face,
Orange glow’s brighter than the Vegas Space,
The people shout, “Yo, Don, you’re done!”
Your comb-over’s surfing, your poll’s at none.

Oooh, make your end great again,
Oooh, and please don’t talk again,
The tide’s gone thhe crowd’s gone mute,
You’re just an F-wordin’ fat-ass in a business suit.

Covfefe go-go, time to fade away,
Covfefe slow-mo, sunshine’s here to stay,
Covfefe bro no, that ride was rough,
You wiped out big time, enough’s enough!

Melania’s yawnin’, the jet’s on the pad,
Even your golf cart’s lookin’ kinda sad,
California’s cool, no room for your hate,
We’re cruisin’ on peace, you missed that wave.

Covfefe go-go, drift into the blue,
Covfefe solo, world’s done with you,
Covfefe yo-ho, don’t make us beg,
Just ride off, Don, on your fake gold segway!

Bye-bye, Donnie… keep your tan and your cov-fe-fe-fe-fe-fe plan!

yo’ don’

It all started by « Ça plane pour moi » with a Bontempi.
Notes are nothing, emotions are everything.

yo’ don’

Ticobsi