Dear Mr. Trump

January 12, 2018

Dear Mr Trump,

I guess I should call you President

Although it isn’t very evident.

You don’t seem to like your people-

You think the only religion is under a steeple.

You’ve only passed one bill,

And thinking about it makes me ill.

Your idea of building a wall

Is the dumbest of them all.

You think they won’t come

But maybe you should remove your thumb ;)

America is the melting pot

You deny the world is getting hot.

Hey POTUS

Why don’t you start taking notice

To the world that’s changing around you

Oh wait, you have to tie your golf shoe.

Sincerely,

A Liberal teenager, Meredith Norris

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