Satirical Monologue on Political Issues

I would like to close my final monologue here with a traditional Irish

song dedicated to a very special boy.

Oh, Donnie boy, it's Rosie, Rosie

calling. From Hollywood, the

Jimmy Kimmel Show. Drop that Big

Mac that we all know you're holding.

Because my dear, I worry for you so.

Poor Donnie boy, your polls, your polls are

falling. Your reflecting pool is green

as Mountain Dew.

Your wig's a mess, your ballroom is

appalling. And with Iran, you bit off more

than you can chew.

Measles are back, inflation is a-swelling.

You post all night, you're sleeping while you work.

And what's with all this useless crap you're selling?

Hey sweetie pie, you're driving us all berserk.

But there's a way to end this drama.

It's time to use that stable genius brain.

Since we all know you'll never be

Obama.

Why not resign and make this country great

again?

Yes, we all know

you'll never be Obama. Come on,

resign and make this country great again.