Trump: The Poem

you are the Pres
Oh Donald Trump
it seems like America
has hit a bump
 
your pitiful braggart
mean as a cuss
a bludgeon for a mouth
with a mind full a puss
 
its understood
you hate the press
you like the shadows
to relieve your stress
 
well big boy
you are the man
some people say
your loved by the clan
 
thanks for telling us
about the size of your prick
while conservatives smile
and give it a lick
 
your a star studded pageant
of confusion and lies
do you work for Putin
are you one of his spies
 
show us your taxes
are you a spook for a foe
are you owned by a devil
we need to know
 
your purging the swamp
is that what you say
Exxon and Goldman-sax
so thats how you play
 
you talk so big
why not give it a rest
lets see what you can do
besides be a pest
 
it doesn't bode well
that you don't pay your bills
let subcontractors go under
so what if it kills
 
break up some families
of Latin decent
with a heart like a razor
are you really that bent
 
are you big blabber mouth
but don't a have clue
about our constitution
that keeps us true
 
we trust you completely
let your kids to the job
no problem at all
are you still friends with the mob
 
are ethics for others
ah to hard for Trump
will America wither
are you cancerous lump
 
we need some one
who can help us out
not a reckless fool
that fills us with doubt
 
you are the Pres
Oh Donald Trump
it seems like America
has hit a bump