POEM: Character Trumps

MAGA should no by now that Trump is a character of lack he…

Character Trumps

Oh God
His character
Out of
Whack!
He’s a hit
Those with violent tendons see
His Achille’s
Heeling
Of the whirled
And the soul remains
Awe the mortals screwed
As vie
O late too the party
His thirst and lonely command meant
There is no God
Before him
Nothing abut
A naked king
In secure soully buy
The fog of wore

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