plastic

Oh, look who’s talking like a king again

Gold-plated throne and a paper pen

Quotes the books he’s never read

Feeds the fools, then plays pretend

Speech so smooth, like Vaseline

Glitter lies on a crooked screen

Truth’s too loud, so he pays it hush

Builds his empire out of slush

Crowned in plastic, ruled by fear

Smiles so wide, but the cracks are near

Buys applause like it’s on sale

Throws his soul in a wishing well

Thinks he's God in a three-piece suit

But can’t spell "power" without dispute

He’s the king of smoke and spin —

And we all just let him win

He sells hope in candy wrap

While slipping bribes behind his back

Calls it genius, calls it fate

When failure’s served up on his plate

Sharp in suits, but dull upstairs

Spray-on charm and vacant stares

Wrote his legacy in sand

With other people’s shaking hands

Crowned in plastic, ruled by fear

Smiles so wide, but the cracks are near

Buys applause like it’s on sale

Throws his soul in a wishing well

Thinks he's God in a three-piece suit

But can’t spell "power" without dispute

He’s the king of smoke and spin —

And we all just let him win

Oh, he hides behind the clever

Hangs medals on whoever

Says “yes” with just the right tone

While he burns the throne he owns

Lights, camera, lies —

He doesn’t lead, he dramatizes

Truth’s too sharp, so he revises

And we clap like hypnotized

Crowned in plastic, built on shame

History forgets his name

Bribed the stars to shine his way

But even gold will fade one day

He’s the king of nothing grand —

Just a mirror, smoke, and sand

Still, he smiles with power thin —

And somehow, still, we let him win