Poetry about Donald Trump

I feel emboldened My partisan senryu Bye O'No, hi Pomp

Donald

A mother, looking down at her child, giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close.

DREAMERS

80,000.

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.

It's Over

I swallow the pills, I chase them with the vodka given to me on my birthday 5 months ago. The tears stop

There was a foolish President by the name of Donald Trump,

Sniffing, snorting, sneezing, Sick people wheezing, The children whisper,

The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women nasty,

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