The President's beset with an affliction
Whose symptom is he can't tell fact from fiction.
Many times to sell his border wall
He's brought up "facts" that don't exist at all.
Out in the desert there are prayer rugs,
Left there, he says, by Middle-Eastern thugs.
The problem is, they never have been spotted,
Those prayer rugs with which he's so besotted.
Another whopper that he's often cited,
Knowing that it gets folks so excited
Since the details are almost pornographic,
Is the one about the human traffic,
Of damsels tied up so they can't escape,
With their mouths enveloped in duct tape.
And to make the falsehood seem more true
He points out that the tape is often blue.
The Border Patrol has gone to some exertions
To find evidence for these assertions,
But no prayers or duct tape could be found,
Neither in the files nor on the ground.
But now comes word all these things can be seen,
Not in real life but on the silver screen.
These details, Trump thought, had to be true
Because he saw "Sicario, Part Two."
The border that should cause us the most worry
Is the one that for him is too blurry,
The border where this battle must be fought:
The one between what's real and what's not.