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Donald Trump
Is no chump.
Makes America rich,
Without any hitch.

Says what he thinks,
And never even blinks.
Kowtows to no-one:
Just gets the job done.

Paul Butters

© PB 15\10\2018.
To balance out my last Trump Clerihew.....
Paul Butters Oct 10
Donald Trump
Sure packs a thump.
For America First
He does his worst.

Paul Butters

© PB 8\10\2018.
hehe
There once was a man named Pence
Who covered his boarders with fence
He voted for Trump
To give him a bump
Then realized, "Oh, what a mess!"
Brent Kincaid Aug 28
The President showed me
I get to cheat and even lie.
And if I do wrong no one
Even gets to ask me why.
The President showed me
By not paying his bills
That being honest is ******
And what’s important is my will.

I don’t ever even have to keep
Any promises I might have made.
He’s the President after all
And he has made the grade.
So why should I work hard
And pay for all I might get?
He has never done that before
And he hasn’t done it yet.

The President showed me
I get to get married some day
And still sleep with hookers
And be a good guy either way.
The President is a fat man
And sloppy when he dresses
So, why should I have to diet
And deal with laundry messes?

The President also demonstrates
It’s just fine to backstab friends
Because the business of being rich
Is where all friendships end.
The President must be good guy
He lives in a very fancy place
And how can someone that rich
Be a major public disgrace?
Shofi Ahmed Aug 25
A house can be made without
   a president
     a doctor
       an engineer and without
         a tycoon.
But without
            a woman can't make
              a sweet home!
Bryan Aug 12
I am a Catholic with many gods
Jackson, Franklin, Grant.
Celebrating victory
for lots of millionaires
means a whole whole lot
when you can't afford
to cut your hair

Take the knee in protest
it shows you really care
while banking every dollar
why you're paid to even
be there

The rhetoric and semantics
complexities of words
actions meant to mean something
misconstrued distorted
and/or blurred

Let's gauge the effect
what has been accomplished
is life better now
or is it all still
just a wish
I don't know if you care, but the media is having a feeding frenzy over a knee once more. It used to be ya got an opportunity to go to the white house to celebrate your victory in a difficult accomplishment, it wasn't about politics it was about being victorious, Presidents didn't use it as a political platform, merely a celebration regardless of affiliation or opinion. It's been polluted by people who would rather make a meaningless statement without merit or actual impact IMO :)
Tim Mahon May 2
Get out of here
Can ya hear?
Get out there
Life ain't fair,
Life's a fair.
People running ‘round with no emotion do not care
Splitting up the money, Bernie Sanders, get your share
20,17 LGBT the love is in the air
Take a deeper breath because the oxygen is just not there.
Cops performing routine stops
Druggies performing knockout drops
Presidents older than triceratops
These ***** are dropping like stocks
Stocking the ballet box
Like an unorthodox Goldilocks paradox,
Like a Manchester protester avoiding his arrester by
Throwing rocks at the child molester.
This world, hurled into a mess a sin,
You gotta guess who to bless
When they press us in.
Yes we win
Unless they oppress children.
We will express distress like PETA and animal skin.
These streets ain't safe anymore
Gang recruitment at age 4.
You should no more and know your
Liberties that we fought for.
In that field the opportunities it did yield.
We acknowledge that college provides more knowledge
But turn a blind eye the the diabolic alcoholic,
I don't know why,
I don't know how,
I'm standing in front this large crowd.

I close my eyes and I squeeze her hand,
As I stand on the the land where I've been banned.
The executioner stands with scythe in hand
As he cuts the rope according up plan.
I float above ground uncrowned and ******.
Our society is jumbled, just like this poem. We are persecuted for voicing beliefs and in the same sentence told to be tolerant of others.
Fifty years I see it clear
a face gone pale
a falling tear
a silent stare as she began
the cutting words that choked like sand
our breath was taken
our hearts were stone
my eyes were fixed
on a tear alone
before it hit the wooden floor
the world beyond our first grade door
had changed from one of children's dreams
from castles, songs, woods and streams
to a good man unsure of what to say
of the world we would have the following day
he removed his glasses
and trembling...he said;
"The President has died"

Camelot is dead
oldie- memories of childhood - 2nd grade teacher informed us that JFK was dead
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