You’ll do it my way

It was an interesting moment after the inauguration speech during which America is promised a Utopian la-la land of Trumpism, that as soon as it was all over, he danced to the words of “I did it my way”. For Trump, it’s all about “my way”.

So, I present to you a specially crafted version of this great piece which possibly fits the celebration.

And now, the end is near
And so we face the final curtain
My friends, I’ll say it clear
I’ll state my case, of which is certain
I lived a life of fools
I traveled each and every byway
From now, I must insist, you’ll do it my way

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again too few to mention
I did what I had to do, I grabbed and cheated without exception
I planned each chartered course,
The birther lie, that great deception
And now I must insist, you’ll do it my way

Yes there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all when there was doubt
I ate you up and spat you out
I faced it all, and made you small
You’ll do it may way

I’ve loved to raise your doubts,
To fill you up, with fears of losing
And now as tears subside, I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that, spread little lies
Along the highway
Oh no, you had no clue – you’ll do it my way

For what is this man, was what has he got?
If not for himself, then he is naught
To say such things and so reveal
Inciting words
To make you kneel,
The record shows, you bought my show
You’ll do it my way

With apologies to Paul Anka and the late Frank Sinatra