It rhymes!

Humpty-Trumpty sat on a big wall.

There he’d scowl & do little else at all,

He’d burnish his ego or watch his reflection

And hope to evade any criminal detection.

Or line his bottomless pockets with ill-gotten cash.

Or proclaim he cared for things other than his stash.

He’d call on his posse to give him more strokes

While making shit up and fleecing the blokes.

He was supreme in his bloated self-confidence

As he’d never faced a day’s worth of consequence.

They say he had more money than even the Gods

While most of his followers were simply poor sods.

He might’ve kept on as a playboy & bunghole supreme

But the narcissistic twat had a crazy-ass dream.

He got on the ticket for president (or, perhaps, a king)

And that was the start of some very very bad things…

Soon he was quite a big fish in quite a small bowl.

The negative attention took a most annoying toll.

From the beginning, he had distain for the job.

Even with all the power, he was still such a knob.

Many hoped the office would round out the holder.

But the weight only sloped his pampered shoulders.

He walked with head held high, and right on cue

But he was just a loser with TP on his shoe.

Was Humpty-Trumpty an Adonis, an egg-head?

Or just a scammer who’d made his own bed?

To his millions of supporters and me and you-

for Humpty-Trumpty, we were all the TP on his shoe.