POEM: Make Moses Grate Agin

The profits speak, for themselves.

Make Moses Grate Agin

Trump ass ends
His throne
Of porcelain whiteness
And what can
A profit say
Butt
Let my people go
And do do it
Rashly
In the end
Won
Among many plagues
In doo coarse over
Throwin’
All that he can

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