Humpty-Dump-Trumpkie

Humpty-Dump-Trumpkie wanted a wall,
but Humpty-Dump-Trumpkie experienced a fall.
All his loose women and sycophant men
couldn’t make Humpty victorious again. 

When Humpty-Dump-Trumpkie went where a wall 
was supposed to be, there was nothing at all 
and a voice began shouting: “Beware. You can’t pass!” 
So, of course, he must try and got knocked on his ass. 

“Eureka,” he shouted, “I have triumphed at last! 
Nancy couldn’t defeat me. Her glory has passed.” 
Until he discovered, in fact, she had won:
an electronic barrier packed with a punch.

You couldn’t dig under, could not knock it down.
It was not inexpensive, but could both be shut down 
and, turned on again, if and when required. 
So the wall was complete! What more could he want? 

So Trumpkie reconsidered, announced he had won. 
In a world far too slow for minds nimble as Trumpkie’s, 
you win simply lying and screwing amiss
while acknowledging money is the true traitor’s kiss.

So Humpty-Dump-Trumpkie once again had prevailed
in proving that lying is the shortest of trails
and also the cheapest where money’s the Grail,
but is also unpleasant and will surely entail
an historical tarring, verbal rides on a rail. 

Egotistical bluster is certain to fail,
but the damage he’s done is not easily corrected.
Fools are not all respected; this fool was elected 
and that is the damage: the historical sum.