POEM: Miss Deeds Pageant

Donald Trump’s rampant rapaciousness disqualifies him for anything but VICE president.

Miss Deeds Pageant

He showed up
Too judge
The miss deeds pageant
As a reel state developer
And a premier predator
Behind the seeings
His rapacious hands did most the work
His prized entrants
The sink or swimsuit competition
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A lass, there are know winners
And any won who says other wise
Guise will show up
At your affront door
To finish off
The inter view

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