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Jun 1
God gave us Donald Trump.
God blessed his diapered ****
with our country.
God chose to make him rich.
God called my wife a *****.
I wonder if there was a glitch
in reality?

God says it's kinda cool
that Trump's a massive tool.
He's peachy keen.
God, Donnie's such a man--
his Coca-Cola can
fits neatly in his tiny hand,
known to grab pss*s.

God thinks he's very bright.
His Presidential Might
enlivens me.
Obama wasn't right.
We trust Trump 'cuz he's White;
also, we hate the Sodomites
and your liberty.
To the tune of "God Save the King," known in the United States as "My Country, 'Tis of Thee."
Written by
Ira Bruno  29/Here, Now
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