Yes, let's rush to canonize Saint Donald Trump,
There is no especial quality
Daring fate, challenging the notion
that safe and sound is best,
I crept away while your eyes
looked elsewhere for signals.
Before you knew it,
I had leapt directly into your heart,
giving no opportunity for any
to pick me off or foul me away.
You hadn't expected the steal to be on,
you delivered from the stretch,
leaving your heart wide open, undefended,
like second base when looking for a bunt,
And I stole it standing up,
recklessly taking another lead from safety,
knowing that I could outrun the pitch
and steal home with impunity.
It was only a matter of time
before I'd steal home,
and your soul with it.