Poetry Victoria Pearson

Drunk Uncle Trump

Victoria Pearson

He rants and he raves

And he waves his finger

Just like your drunk uncle

(Although he’s a better singer)

He’d like to deport everyone

And build a big wall

He doesn’t see a single

Problem with that at all

He’ll try  and grab your pussy

With his tiny orange hands

How is he close to president?

No one understands

He has the mindset of a Nazi

Hanging with the KKK

I can’t believe America

Is giving him  his say

He likes his daughter

Just a tad too much

Why can’t the USA see

He is so far out of touch

We all wish he would just

Take a long running jump

The vile, vainglorious

Warmonger, Trump.


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