Poetry about Donald Trump
Once I saw Donald J. Trump
I went and kicked his rump
I laughed out loud
And ended his violent crowd
Crippled America watch as them people stare at you
If you republican lower class ain't feeling you
The orange old man
that tried to make a ban
Is on his fourth wife
Yet he still has no life
This is not about the country, This is about being undocumented.
We cross the border Without knowing our own destiny.
Hey, did you hear about Zack?
He painted stripe n his back
He wanted tobe one of us
Then he traveled on a bus