Poetry about Donald Trump

Everybody who has trouble in their lives try to search for their own answers
If there's one thing I should start with it's this.
A radical Oompa Loompa or a Wealthy little liar… Ah I can’t decide; I think my brain is on fire!
They Thought They Could Trust   When my dog Henry runs to me, leaps over my legs
Art has opened my eyes Asleep and un-aware Control was an illusion A year went by Now 2017
This past year  I reflect that event  Where our new president-elect  Became Donald Trump. 
She woke up in a still world. Something felt off and cold. She turned on the news.
I scream not only because I am angry not only because  I am afraid I scream
I used to be that kind of person, who got 15-30 minutes late to school. But now I have changed that because attendance  can get me into a

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