I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Donald Trump, I am the president, I am the best president, I am the most presidential of presidents, no one presidents better than me. I’ve got works, I’ve got big works, I’ve got huuuge works, I’ve got the best works, look at how huge my works are, no one has better works than me, the world is watching! They are all scared of my huge works, Sleepy Joe Biden is scared, China is scared, the Establishment is scared, Mexico is scared, but no one can stump the Trump, not even the MASSIVE election STEAL and the CIA’s ILLEGAL raid on my BEAUTIFUL palace! COVFEFE!”