Poetry about Donald Trump

A mother,  looking down at her child, giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close.
  By Stanley Collymore   I’m not obsessed with life as the vast majority of you out there
There once was an Emperor with a very short temper who focused his attention on clothes.
Hey there old friend. Maybe friend isn’t the correct term, so allow me to rephrase. Hello old habit.
I swallow the pills, I chase them with the vodka given to me on my birthday 5 months ago. The tears stop
There was a foolish President by the name of Donald Trump,
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,