Poetry about Donald Trump
September 15th, 2017 President Donald Trump The White House
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit.
Controversial talks aren’t always what they seem Getting to talk about Donald Trump? Oh, what a joy!
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
You enter a farmer’s market There is a wide range of fruits
I feel emboldened My partisan senryu Bye O'No, hi Pomp