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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 p*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
Lucan Elias O'Cathasaigh  29/Here, Now
(29/Here, Now)   
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