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Trump: The Poem

by zebrablack

you are the Pres Oh Donald Trump it seems like America has hit a bump your pitiful braggart mean as a cuss a bludgeon for a mouth with a mind full a puss its understood you hate the press you like the shadows to relieve your stress well big boy you are the man some people say your loved by the clan thanks for telling us about the size of your prick while conservatives smile and give it a lick your a star studded pageant of confusion and lies do you work for Putin are you one of his spies show us your taxes are you a spook for a foe are you owned by a devil we need to know your purging the swamp is that what you say Exxon and Goldman-sax so thats how you play you talk so big why not give it a rest lets see what you can do besides be a pest it doesn't bode well that you don't pay your bills let subcontractors go under so what if it kills break up some families of Latin decent with a heart like a razor are you really that bent are you big blabber mouth but don't a have clue about our constitution that keeps us true we trust you completely let your kids to the job no problem at all are you still friends with the mob are ethics for others ah to hard for Trump will America wither are you cancerous lump we need some one who can help us out not a reckless fool that fills us with doubt you are the Pres Oh Donald Trump it seems like America has hit a bump
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Written by
zebrablack
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Published
Jan 18, 2017
Time
4m
Notes

i like some of trumps basic ideas..infra structure ..bringing back mfg jobs... i don't think hes sane...capable of objective clear thinking....hes uninformed ......mentally slow...incapable of understanding nuance.... a blunderer.. wreck-less and a compulsive lier......his tax returns remain critical and that he wont show them implies deceit and theres plenty of evidence that hes a kleptomaniac..making bad loans to the point that no bank in the USA will do business with him any more

In short i deeply feel hes a nightmare because

to Donald Trump

facts cease to matter

when he speaks

we don't hear

a thoughtful

well reasoned statesmen

but the reflections of a disturbed

seemingly deeply subjective

and twisted consciousness

driven towards the mind set

of a kleptocrat

Tags
#society#politics#adult#explicit#presidential
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