Trump's Way - a parody

With apologies to Paul Anka and Frank Sinatra.

Dedicated to all the enablers.

And now, our end is near.
I have betrayed my own damn country.
My friends, I'll say it clear.
I'll put it to you really bluntly.

I've sold my very soul.
I backed him just to get my payday.
And more, much worse than this,
I did it Trump's way.

Regrets, I have a few.
But then again, I have no conscience.
I did what a coward does,
I kissed the ring for every offense.

I failed, each chance I had.
I could have turned and gone my own way.
But no, much worse than that,
I did it Trump's way.

Yes there were times, I'm sure you knew
When there were things that I could do.
But through it all, I had no doubt
He'd chew me up and spit me out. Instead of tall,
I just got small and did it Trump's way.

I fawned, obeyed and lied.
I saw the powers he kept abusing.
And now, as you lose it all,
I have to think it's still amusing.

To think, I did all that,
And, may I say, not in a kind way.
Oh no, oh no not me.
I did it Trump's way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself, then he has not
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I do not know.
I did it Trump's way.




It's just a couple hours' worth of effort. I'm sure it could be improved. The muse just struck so I had to do something with it.