If Trump's ego'd been self-inflating,
as Bannon's jizz-nib'd been self-f'llating,
we could've been spared
bein' depressed and scared.
Each new hope we have's self-deflating.
Note: I refuse to let Trump's social breakdown infect Friday Limericks, possibly the last realm in which one can still find order or harmony. Obviously I'm using hyperbole, but just a pinch. The short middle lines of limericks tend to have four syllables each, a "rule" I tend to stick to, but writers of limericks commonly ignore that rule. Please do not interpret the less standard middle lines here as indications of Trump's disruption.