What are you
Fraud of
That witch trumps university
Coaching that imperceptible deference
Between ignorance and apathy
Knot knowing or caring
Students funked
Never to be
Defunct
Taken by the Don
Bankrupt in every way
Never graduating pompous circumstances
And his conceded tautology
Let buy gones be buy gones
The fraud of Donald Trump continues unabated. Trump University has allot to teach US, as the Don bequeaths his hardily gratuitous lessens. The supposably honorary third degree from doctored Trump rations his bizarre quotas to ravenous mediums chomping at the bit to divine truth so easily christened. Donald ducks insubstantial quests in a bout his caricature of humanity. Left or riot is any won’s guest. He is red, the rite act. Everyman is crowned and every whoa man is frowned. Never the lass, he may be throned, of the porcelain variety, regularly off color. And with that seat up, he will jocularly screw maiden America, or any daughter, of the American evolution that is. Shirley, there will be no hippo campus at his highbrow collage of cosmetic cosmologies. King Trump mightily Depends™ his unpronounceable cymbal formally known as Trump U. And not with standing, God loves him, giving him a big hand, as edict among us, unveritable whopper delivered to burghers cross the nation. 
The King dumb of God is up on US. Can some give me an omen. For awe of this, will only, come to ahead after pain much tuition in the poison ivy league, reckoning that doomed scratch and ran dumb itches for all they are worth. As good as bust, and skirting, ruin US, laying odds on Night Mare in the fifth raze. I don’t always drink Dos Equis (XX), but when I due, I have a third party.
