Poetry about Donald Trump
Every cell in my body will be replaced within seven years
A man. A man with an orange complexion. One who has changed how many lives are lived in our country.
This is to America
You enter a farmer’s market There is a wide range of fruits
I feel emboldened My partisan senryu Bye O'No, hi Pomp
A mother, looking down at her child, giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close.
There once was an Emperor with a very short temper who focused his attention on clothes.
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit.