>>510388597 (OP)His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, Epstein's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and ready
To drop tariffs, but he keeps on chickening out
On what he pledged to do, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin', how? Everybody's jokin' now
The clock's run out, time's up, over, blaow