Poetry about Donald Trump

The Jazz of My Life is the reason I'm up late
“Gentlemen of the jury, here I bring you now A man charged with murder; a fair trial he was allowed
Oprah, what do you need all that money for? Bey and Jay, why do you're tickets cost so much for your tour?
Gentlemen of the jury, here I bring you now A man charged with murder; a fair trial he was allowed

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