“Can’t Get You Out of My Head” (A poem in the voice of Trump’s obsession)

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You haunt my thoughts — you're too surreal.
Your walk, your talk, that steady tone,
Still echo louder than my own.

You stood with grace, the world stood still,
While I demand and shout and will.
They called you calm, they called you wise,
While I chase storms and alibis.
You had the glow, the Nobel prize,
The laughs, the books, the global ties.
I got the crowds, the rage, the chants,
But still, somehow — you live in my rants.

You made that room your home before
I barged in, slammed the door.
You shook my hand, you played it cool —
And I’ve been chasing you since that duel.

I mocked your name, I claimed your birth,
I questioned everything — your worth.
But truth be told, if I'm sincere, It’s envy that keeps dragging you near.

Each law you passed, I tried to shred,
Each phrase you spoke, still in my head.
They cheered for you in song and street,
While I just tweet, seethe, and repeat.

I see you in the mirror's shade,
In every slight that I’ve replayed.
You're elegance, I'm raw appeal —
But I can't fake what you made real.

I just can’t help the way that I feel,
You’re in my mind like spinning wheels.
A shadow long, a silent tread —
I just can’t get you out of my head.