Zeal for moving in the right direction
Dear Mr. Trump,
The art of the deal? Well I can see the appeal.
But the things that you spout- I can't beleive that they're real.
It's like being first in mario kart, and then slipping on a peel.
It's like saying you love animals
And then clubbing a seal.
It's like standing up for what you beleive in
then shamed for peaceful kneel.
It's like our country is a fish, and you're on the other end of the reel.
And then you beat us to death, and make us a meal.
People are sensitive about the things that they feel.
But I'm not a snowflake, and i'm not an eel.
I'm a millenial, I'm the future, I'm like a wheel.
I want to move this country forward
Not the other way 'round
Because rolling us backwards
Is not a sweet sound.
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