Poetry about Donald Trump
Our President-elect in Donald J. Trump. Boy, did we ever get kicked in the rump!
Looking in a mirror I see myself a year ago from today, Different Hair, different nail color, different clothes
I can still hear the cheers and tears of happiness I can still see the crowds in the streets chanting his name
From My past to The Present "What can you see when you explore who you are and what made you become you?"
Everybody who has trouble in their lives try to search for their own answers
If there's one thing I should start with it's this.
A radical Oompa Loompa or a Wealthy little liar… Ah I can’t decide; I think my brain is on fire!
They Thought They Could Trust When my dog Henry runs to me, leaps over my legs
Art has opened my eyes Asleep and un-aware Control was an illusion A year went by Now 2017
This past year I reflect that event Where our new president-elect Became Donald Trump.