Poem -

T R U M P

T R U M P

We, 

Are close to death 

Despite being the winner

Of the race

Towards

Wealth

Joker

Madman

Or just plain

Boast-er

Leaders of America

Lincoln 

Washington

By George 

Clinton 

Who are we? 

We are armed nuclear

Waiting for a leader

Thou shalt not kill

For where is the American spirit

Lost in the desert

I simply ask

Have we trumped 

Or sunk low into our own dollar bill, 

Donald, I know of many

The duck 

Ronald Mc

And now Trump

God bless America

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