Double vision derision

The original Sonnet 29 by William Shakespeare: 

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heav’n with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate.
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
 
When in Disgrace with Fake News…
Parody of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29
 
When in disgrace with fake news and lying media’s eyes
I throw childish temper tantrums about my outcast state
I grow bald and round in size and tell many more lies
too blind with presidential power to ascertain my fate
 Wishing only for more golf games and riches I hope
to use my smarts the stable genius that only I possess
conspiring with V. Putin and Russian oligarchs scope
what I enjoy most is being out on my own golf course
 Despite my being so smart there are some still despising
instinctively I think of me and my Secretary of State
with the price of Middle East oil per barrel then rising
from Saudi Arabia up to the Northern Arctic Gates
liquid largesse for me increasing my wealth and bling
that then I know I am ’believe me’ an American king.
 
My Presidency in Disgrace in the Nation’s Eyes
Parody of William Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29
 
My presidency in disgrace in the nation’s eyes
I all alone tweet my confused state
and trouble the generals with baby boy cries
so sad I’m not Making America Great.
Wish I was like that man from a place called Hope
articulate like him, a policy wonk and computer nerd
desirous and jealous of his ability to speak and cope
instead I belittle and insult others with every other word.
Yet in these thoughts filled with self loathing
I think of money and how much I’m making
and obstinately fold my arms inside my clothing
continuing bombastic demagoguery and faking.
For bling and bucks remembered on this occasion
dispel thoughts of going to prison for tax evasion.