Whose resort this is I think I know
His house is in the capital though;
Yet he is always stopping here
To make tax dollars fall like snow

He doesn’t like his soldiers queer
and keeps white nationalist gun nuts near
I feel like drowning in a lake
I did not think he’d last a year

I give my aching head a shake
Check Twitter for his next mistake.
The only sound I hear’s the sweep
Of the five iron of an orange flake.

I hope and pray the state is deep,
And true democracy we’ll keep,
After the midterms, I hope I’ll sleep,
After the midterms, I hope I’ll sleep.