The Great


I thus will introduce a man of fire,
Who made America his own empire
With words of vice and not-so-subtle fibs
He grasped the land with very subtle wit.
And now, dear friend, I speak to mock his false,
delusive claims. Why does he talk at all?
His head, you see, enraptures all who care
To ponder how might physics hold his hair
There is no end or start to it, though lack
Of end does not account for how the back
Seems thin and sparse, though now I have digressed
He takes advantage quick of how regressed
America's become, and so with flamed
Remarks he reaps rewards of unfair blame
For he has forced himself upon his wife
Yet judges those who have commit no strife
In doing same as he has done with grace
For being merely Mexican in race.

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