By Doing Things My Way

(A poem to be sung to the melody of Frank Sinatra's "My Way")

 

Despite all that you hear,

I'm doing great; I'm number one now.

My made-up "truths" endear

Me to my base; we're having fun now.

My ranting and my raving show that mine's not the small fry way.

You'll win…you'll win much more by doing things my way.

 

I wish the FBI

Would stop investigating.

They know too much. That's why

It is all so aggravating.

I never liked a wuss who would take the humble pie way.

No, I am much more ruthless doing things my way.

 

I've told some lies, once in a while…

Well, every day, but that's my style.

My Congress b***s have got my back. At the right time we'll attack.

I plot and scheme for my regime by doing things my way.

 

Putin's my friend, oh,

And Kim Jong Un and I are buddies.

Merkel and Trudeau?

My goodness, they're such fuddy-duddies.

All I have to do is just display my evil eye way,

And I'll get what I want 'cause it is my way.

 

I am the law; that's plain to see.

And very few are smart like me.

I will say what comes to mind, and I don't care if it's unkind.

A little greed helps you succeed when doing things my way.

 

Yes, do things my way.

 

-by Bob B (6-26-18)