POEM: Donald Trump or Bust?

I wrote this poem back in Trump 1.0 when awe of the confederate statues were being taken down by activists…

Donald Trump or Bust?

Their will
Come that day
When Donald Trump
And his confederates
Will be history
They wont to see
In the world
Their stony hearts enshrined
Brassy balls hung
The bust. Choice. Ever.

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