Obsess'd with the best words...("mine are!"),
he'll pretend to shoot ten under par.
Once a TV Reality star,
he's well fed...from his own Fixin's Bar.
Re-endors'd by (of course) D.A.R.,
he doles hate from an eighty-ton jar --
Mr. Would-Be American Czar:
all cravat. (And no shackle...thus far.)
