Anti Donald Trump POEM: Wear The Truth of Donald Trump Lies

For Mexico
lies to the north and south
For
lies to the east and west
For Venezuela
lies to the north and south
For
Donald Trump lies to the east and west
Yada, yada, yada
Etc., etc., etc.
Who can boast of that place
Where Donald Trump does not lie?
Is the site of that third eye monster ever astray?
Possessed of a super
Engendering division
Dealing into different specious
Of coarse
He thinks not
Before utter clap trap
And the buzz of confederates
As the bull of
As in shop
Sow much for thirst!

This poem is owed to Donald Trump, the Liar-in-Chief.  As the Party fumbles in rebuking The Don in debasing and Americans, the chicken-hawk that is Donald Trump has come home to roost in the frighteningly apt “White” House.  As The Don, a boorish bully, shamelessly unleashes his Donald First branding scheme, he piles up countless firsts, not the least of which is, as Ta-Nehisi Coates put it, being the First White President.  As The One vainly tries to expand beyond his erudition to 144 characters, his incoherency is exceeded only by his .  His orange-faced lies, his signature leer, blends his red and yellow temper in strange perfection.  Perhaps beneath his rusty grimace he is truly just an orange supremacist, a buttress for the totality of all that rhymes with orange.  Any weigh, the question remains, “Who will ever no?!”

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