A playful take on the presumptive GOP nominee
Much worse than death by disease
Or daily addiction to sleaze
Is to wake up and find
You're plum out of your mind
For you've caught a case of DTs.
Did being locked up in deep-freeze
Make you shake then shiver and wheeze?
No, the gruff nominee
Of the stunned G.O.P.
Is the reason you've got the DTs.
Prefer to be stung by queen bees,
To go bonkers scratching from fleas,
Than eke out four years
In a stupor of fears
Tormented by chronic DTs.