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.
Yo, Ben Shapiro    
The american dream, "Life, Liberty, Pursuit of happiness". - The US Preamble
Hey, did you hear about Zack? He  painted stripe n his back He wanted tobe one of us Then he traveled on a bus
I am who others tell me to be I sit quietly  nod politely  I don't talk back I don't say how I feel
They tell me some of my best pieces were  written late night early mornings When the troubles from my past were annoying me like pants cr

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