Poetry about Donald Trump
Roses are Red My shoes are blue you smell like pee your son do to your breathe hot like the sun you better run cause i got my gun and i a
2016, What a year to be alive
Shoutout to Future, I don’t think those lyrics will ever die
My President is Me. That means that he black.
That orange dude that y'all elected? Man, he wack.
Many voices cry out in agony,
Many voices are left out.
Many voices are heard in the outrage,
Free
That was
The promise
Graduation
Brought to the table
Freedom to be myself
January
Cold air and snow
My favorite season
The music is so loud you can feel the ground shake