ELECTION POEM: Owed Too An Election: The Don’s Power Grab

How grate thou
Of the grab
Too expose the private part of US
As innocence on the lam
Sow so sorry
As if
He is just
Exercising
His first amend meant
Rites
Sow so owed
An election
Fantasies of a big rig in
A necessary re-take
Of the White house
And pet project
The Lincoln bedroom
Maid into
His own
Personnel
Locker room
Aloud too due
Any thing
If only
Given
Enough
Grope
We must
Yack knowledge
That he will
Be, well, hung
Bye himself
Sow giving
The biggest hand
Weave never scene

This poem is yet another tribute to the perversity of and his disingenuous, dissembling presidential campaign.  SEXISM is a Social Disease POLITICAL BUTTONHis alone should be enough to disqualify him from elected office and holding ’s — or holding ’s.anything for that matter.  His serial of should not be simply a private madder.  Only slightly less scandalous and distracting are his schoolyard tantrums as his elephantine election droop, projecting a parosmic paranoia that the election must be rigged.  Perhaps the only thing that might finish off and such an over-sized election might be some penitential mass debating sow wince and for he can flaunt how chaste he is in mates.

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