By: Cedric McClester

The fact of the matter is that,
None of the Trumps seem to get
That not a single one of ‘em
Are worth a bucket of spit
Even though it’s clear to all
That they think they’re the ****
They are so much less than that
Which they will not admit

Don Junior is so proud of being,
His father’s eldest son
Though in his heart of hearts he knows
That he’s not the chosen one
And lo, poor Eric hardly
Ever factors in
Which when you stop to think about it
Must get under his skin

As for Trump’s youngest, Baron
The jury is still out
But he’ll be as cocky as the rest
I haven’t any doubt
And so while I’m at it
Let’s give Ivanka a shout
For playing Ms. International
But what was that all about?

Which leaves us only Tiffany
Named after the jewelry store
That occupies the space
On her daddy’s lowest floor
But she stays under the radar
So I won’t say any more
Other than to say her older sister
Is spoiled to the core

















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