Poetry competition CLOSED 3rd April 2017 00:24am
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what I love about trump
I love that trump didn't have the questions
I love his tough ag I love Mr sessions
I love that trump waits for Hillary's confessions
I love he took a pay cut and changed professions
I love that he's rich thats why we can trust
I love his hot wife he won't sell out for lust
I love cause of trump Hillary's mirror is cussed
I love when he says save america or bust
I love his tough ag I love Mr sessions
I love that trump waits for Hillary's confessions
I love he took a pay cut and changed professions
I love that he's rich thats why we can trust
I love his hot wife he won't sell out for lust
I love cause of trump Hillary's mirror is cussed
I love when he says save america or bust
My hero mr trump
I love president trumps sick and sinister ways
With the end nearing who is counting the days
To make america great again we must sell our souls
An ant eater leading ants thanks to rigged polls
I love president trumps delusional lies
Being homest is something he cannot fathom to try
Make america great again its people all cry
America will always be great until the day we all die
All we need is a sincerely honest leader Not one willing to watch us all fry
I love president trumps un reasonably high net worth
Surely a man so rich and powerful is genuinely concerned with whats in our purse
This surely will not end up being a curse
Just like autism is a gift from birth
These are the reaaons i love president donald trump
A modern day sinister forrest gump
With the end nearing who is counting the days
To make america great again we must sell our souls
An ant eater leading ants thanks to rigged polls
I love president trumps delusional lies
Being homest is something he cannot fathom to try
Make america great again its people all cry
America will always be great until the day we all die
All we need is a sincerely honest leader Not one willing to watch us all fry
I love president trumps un reasonably high net worth
Surely a man so rich and powerful is genuinely concerned with whats in our purse
This surely will not end up being a curse
Just like autism is a gift from birth
These are the reaaons i love president donald trump
A modern day sinister forrest gump
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Anonymous
What I love about Trump
he's a creamy wrinkled smooth talker
he knows what the ladies are afraid of
and he is big american big
I love the fact that he is a caricature of himself
maybe one day he will erect a monument to himself
it will be a giant
underneath it will say something forgettable
he's a creamy wrinkled smooth talker
he knows what the ladies are afraid of
and he is big american big
I love the fact that he is a caricature of himself
maybe one day he will erect a monument to himself
it will be a giant
underneath it will say something forgettable
What I love about Trump
I love his tiny little indexes
Pointing the way to what he wants
I love the way he douses torches in the hands of green women
And grabs them close to reap their nectar
I love the rage he boils that overflows into the street
So that all eyes can see what froths deep in silent wells
I love that everything is cause for alarm
Because the dragon of greed has eaten the bull
And the china ends up cracked
And singed from fire breath
And the gold plated cutlery
Hangs from his fangs
As his hymns promise
A table set for all
Glistening from gooey saliva
Breaking down crumbs which have only been forgotten in haste
For his stomach so enlarged and capable
Burns food like coal
As the patrons wait for another, warmer sun
That perhaps tomorrow will bring
A setting from some settling from the carcass of today
I love his tiny little indexes
Pointing the way to what he wants
I love the way he douses torches in the hands of green women
And grabs them close to reap their nectar
I love the rage he boils that overflows into the street
So that all eyes can see what froths deep in silent wells
I love that everything is cause for alarm
Because the dragon of greed has eaten the bull
And the china ends up cracked
And singed from fire breath
And the gold plated cutlery
Hangs from his fangs
As his hymns promise
A table set for all
Glistening from gooey saliva
Breaking down crumbs which have only been forgotten in haste
For his stomach so enlarged and capable
Burns food like coal
As the patrons wait for another, warmer sun
That perhaps tomorrow will bring
A setting from some settling from the carcass of today
