The Gift of Gab

Donald was born with the gift of gab
When out in public the spotlight he’d grab
And others around him would pick up his tab

But then his rhetoric began to turn grim
His divisive words made his spotlight dim
It wasn’t long before no one listened to him

This lack of attention made Donald very mad
And he started behaving in a manner very bad
Watching him implode like that is really sad

Maybe in the future there will come a day
When for his corruption he’ll be made to pay
They’ll put him in handcuffs and take him away

Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt, where the theme is “gift.”