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Don't call Trump a chimpanzee. Chimpanzees can't talk. Don't call him a pile of **** A pile of **** can't walk. Don’t call Trump an Orange That would be indiscreet. You see, different from an orange Trump is in no way sweet. Don’t call Trump a swindler Take his fat *** to court Because when he needs proof He will always come up short. Don’t accuse him of bribery Unless you have the proof. He’ll just change his residence To another unlisted roof. Don’t call him a squanderer. He’s not if it’s his money. Trump likes stealing from other people He finds that hilariously funny. Don’t accuse him of gross lechery He feels that is his right. Don’t appeal to Trump’s conscious. He doesn’t have one quite. Don’t expect Trump to speak the truth. He doesn’t know what that is. When they were passing out ethics He was off taking a wizz. Don’t whine to us about that **** And how he disappoints. He’ll claim you heard him wrong And that is his only point. Don’t hope everything will work out In any way in your favor. Doing what’s right for regular folk Is not Donald Trump’s flavor. Don’t look for anyone in authority To rescue you from the dump. And, of course, most of all Don’t call Trump.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
DON'T CALL TRUMP
Don't call Trump a chimpanzee. Chimpanzees can't talk. Don't call him a pile of **** A pile of **** can't walk. Don’t call Trump an Orange That would be indiscreet. You see, different from an orange Trump is in no way sweet. Don’t call Trump a swindler Take his fat *** to court Because when he needs proof He will always come up short. Don’t accuse him of bribery Unless you have the proof. He’ll just change his residence To another unlisted roof. Don’t call him a squanderer. He’s not if it’s his money. Trump likes stealing from other people He finds that hilariously funny. Don’t accuse him of gross lechery He feels that is his right. Don’t appeal to Trump’s conscious. He doesn’t have one quite. Don’t expect Trump to speak the truth. He doesn’t know what that is. When they were passing out ethics He was off taking a wizz. Don’t whine to us about that **** And how he disappoints. He’ll claim you heard him wrong And that is his only point. Don’t hope everything will work out In any way in your favor. Doing what’s right for regular folk Is not Donald Trump’s flavor. Don’t look for anyone in authority To rescue you from the dump. And, of course, most of all Don’t call Trump.
Trump, lies, cheat, swindler, embarrassment, politics, poetry, Kincaid
brent-kincaid
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 11:29 PM UTC
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