Dancing Cheek to Cheek
(Aka Donald Trump’s Kiss of Death)
It’s more than two months since
Fine people went visiting
The Capitol to wave
And hug and kiss – that’s pivoting
A pirouette, a twisting
Spinning on a dime
Trump thinks that the truth
Can be dissolved by time
Not even very much of it
For even yesterday
Is just a new blank canvass
To corrupt in any way
And so what was rioting
Is now “was zero risk”
What once was violent beating
Was now “a gentle frisk”
Hugging, kissing, shaking hands
A few slaps on the back
This was just a friendly crowd
(And none of them were black)
Welcomed by policemen
In a loving embrace
Some of whom they squeezed so hard
The broke body and face
But that was just an accident
Their play, definitely wasn’t foul
It was really quite romantic
As they Fox trotted cheek by jowl