Markets still unstable, volatility’s the name,
Since January’s high, it’s been a rough, relentless game.
You promised action Day One-now it’s maybe in another year,
Each rally meets resistance, and the future’s far from clear.
Since you promised Day One, this game just isn’t fun,
Moving goalposts, shifting blame, the damage can’t be undone.
Confidence keeps shaking with every bit of news,
Turbulence and doubt still fuel these transition blues.
Promised golden ages, now it’s “anything can be,”
From recession, stagflation, to a crash on Wall Street.
Tariffs on the table, but the price is getting steep,
Blame it on the last guy, while the costs just creep.
You say “200 deals,” but can’t count who’s in the game,
There aren’t 200 players-everyone sees the absurdity and shame.
Bluffing with our future, betting chips that aren’t your own,
The world’s watching closely, and your cover’s blown.
Why play with a leader who can’t keep a poker face?
Showing your hand to everyone, then folding in disgrace.
You cave on every promise, deals slip right through your hands,
Transition blues keep playing, while trust just sinks in the sand.
You said “anything is possible”-well, let’s count the ways:
A crash, a bust, a market lost in a tariff haze.
Math is the light the world sees, and the numbers don’t lie,
Day One was your promise-not 90 deals in the sky.
Every planet, every player, sees the numbers don’t align,
You move the goalposts daily, but you’re running out of time.
You can’t count the cards you’re holding, can’t keep your story straight,
At this poker table, you’re the mark-they’re lining up your fate.
Consumer confidence falling, investors running scared,
“We’re in transition,” you say, but the cupboard’s getting bare.
Approval in the basement, polls dropping through the floor,
The world’s done making deals-they’re walking out the door.
So here’s to the transition, may it end before too long,
But with the way you’re dealing, we’ll be singing this same song.
Don’t blame me for the trouble, don’t blame me for the pain,
Just remember who was leading when we circled down the drain.
So shuffle up the headlines, move the goalposts once more,
But trust and confidence are walking out the door.
The world’s done playing, they’re tired of the ruse,
We’re left with transition blues-don’t blame me for the news.
DrummerDave26
