Ode to Trump
Standing there, swaddled in pride
Ready to defend to be next in line
It's the throne that you want
And the people? Who cares!
You should try harder to maintain your hair
Lines around the block, just for you to insult
After all who doesn't want to be part of your cult?
You hide your sin under rapport with the rich
One day if you're lucky, you'll be in a ditch
Now Trump, oh Donald it's time to move on
You're just not fit to sound the gong
Just wait till next time it comes around
Then you might find yourself on the ground
Karma's a witch what can I say?
You learn good lessons in horrible ways
Yours just might be losing this presidency
To good old trusty Hillary
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