With head up high,
And one leg resting on head of his loyal servant,
He sits with pride,
On the throne gifted by his forefathers,
Who had obtained it through heinous means.
His ability is in question,
His intelligence is zero,
He knows nothing,
Except singing songs,
Taught by his father.
Other congressmen loathe him,
Public despise him,
While his dogs lick him,
With false praises and glorification,
Of his ordinary deeds.
His sins are painted,
As pious and reverent,
With hope to win votes,
And bribe the tears,
Of minorities and needy.
With head up high,
He smiles,
And his dogs guards his throne,
By barking at the deserved ones,
And fighting off the opponents.
