I thought this was poems written by trump. I am disappointed.
Trump is to poetry,
As starlight is to the bottom of a cave.
Meqning there is no light there.
Not a candle in the dark,
So much as a darkness in the light.
Where there would be voters,
He says let there be not.
If a voter offends thee,
Cast him out.
Especially if the him is a her.
Or minority, I say they are fake.
All tghe only ones are old might male
Dad told me so when you can't prove
HE gave me money
And said "go forth and lie, cheat, and steal".
Money hidden awy shall protect you my son...
Said the old man in the NYC.
And never say "die".
Push until the last opponent is ground
Into the dust of the sidewalks you own.
That is Trumpf manliness.
Let all who walk the sidewalks pay you...
And the son did as told.
He named the sidewalks and
Made the sefs pay to walk upon them
In the GLORY of the family name.
He abetted the Hessians
When they paid.
And the outerlings of the Steppes.
They paid and smiled at the
Ssssmall pocket change the Trupmf demanded
For his returns on the stage of the world...
And he saw it was GOOD!
Good profit, good attention, good safety from he pitchforks...
Yes, let's be good little Trumpites.
Bow to the Leader.
Goosestep if demanded.
Claim to care about others...
Sig Trump!
