Editorial

Poor soul was working after hours
And her story thus complete
A piece about Trump's toxic powers
About how victims should hit the streets

A protest seemed the thing to do
But the publisher did not agree
A bit worried that Trump would sue
And she should be on bended knee

The publisher produced his dick
Aimed it rock hard towards her face
But his harassment made her sick
And she replied with "Not now, ace"

He seemed very much like Trump
An insult to the fairer sex
She left her boss, and his dump
Just pondering what gig comes next.