As The Don presides over his notion of a 250th anniversary celebration, I have conferred upon him the moniker of “DJ Sleepy” — a nation, a verse…
DJ Sleepy
A sleep
At the we’ll
Celebrate in dependence
Too hymn self
His own
Rally
Spinning his record records
Records square
Super intending to play
Whatever
He can
In a demented age
DJ Sleepy
Is the least
Woke liter in the reflecting pool
Mirrorly a green with envy
And caché of a greed
Up on self-dealing
Encircled buy every lack he
In the land of nod
That confidence man
A dozer
Running DC in an AC world
Reckoning he is cool
Wholly at wrest
Won scene drugging on
In his idol eyes
America’s doppelgänger
His term a nation
Infernal sleep
His soul fear
Being woke
