Enter a tall man, pharaoh-onic, a figure of old

Wearing a glittering royal headdress

And surgical mask woven of gold

Don’t be alarmed, he says, don’t stress

All will be explained sooner or later

I am Donald Trump, your leader

Welcome to our Passover seder

Cruise liners with plague patients and nowhere to go

Remember? Now they set their course for Mar-a-Lago

Captain anchored offshore, put it to the owner to decide

Who shall live and who shall die. Remember?

Trump now says, You shall indeed enter

It’s all yours, folks, my ballrooms recovery centers

The waters have parted, I’ve changed my mind

The spell is broken, relax, recline

And now the cameras begin to descend

Including former enemies led by CNN

And the patients unrestrained by their disease

Climb onto the glittering floors and dance

Profuse thanks to the lord of the manse

Now with every camera on his lair

Every eye admiring his skullcapped hair

The ex-president surprises us with a new look

Maybe he is a genius, he’s actually reading a book

He’s found a way to relieve the distress

His answer, folks, is now to everything: Yes, yes, yes!

He takes a position on the highest verandah

And with outstretched torch in his hand

Posing as Liberty, invoking Moses and Musk

We hear the great story of the  Exodus

Declares he, Send me your ill and weary, your Covid-19

Your strokes, your dyspeptics, all patients in between

As your new/old prez, let me wipe away your tears

And not only that, I’m happy to volunteer

Even to clean the bathrooms, with or without protection

In this manner I will win the November election.