Poetry about Donald Trump

Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Apply. Cry. Repeat.   Applying to college,
Every cell in my body will be replaced within seven years
A man. A man with an orange complexion.  One who has changed how many lives are lived in our country.
This is to America
  By Stanley Collymore   I’m not obsessed with life as the vast majority of you out there
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit.
Sniffing, snorting, sneezing, Sick people wheezing, The children whisper,
The striking colors of sunset skin, tears through the hearts of a burning country, Calling women nasty,
I bake carrot cake I bake carrot cake for the birthdays and beyond
  Sleepy the Woke Poet on this sheet niggah I stand up for what’s mines I can not take a seat niggah