Poetry about Donald Trump

I used to play dress-up And not on Halloween During the middle of the summer
Spews out the maw bare n paws size of a bear yes, him Donald Trump with maniacal glare
Nipsey Hussle was a songwriter and a rapper in the United States; He was known for making mixtapes, which were great.  
Land of the free, home of the brave, our helpless immigrants. They refuse to save.
From George washington's cherry tree, to the JFK incident that we heard on the the seven o'clock news.
Donald Trump, yes our 45th presidentComing down here at FIU to speak his peaceLike no editor-in chiefOh, I can’t believe itThis can’t be
A man has kidnapped two people and is demanding 50 million for their safe return.
The world watches as numbers trickle in. Each state lights up in hues of red or blue.
All I have to do is paint a portrait of somebody being dead and he or she dies in real life.
Bullied, hurting. It's part of a lifetime phase. Pain, suffering. We all hurt on the inside but never express it. Love, joy.

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