The Rump Trump

I said , you are dead , in bed with a devil ,
with the lowest level beveled into your head...

Slipping down , unfound , no longer reknowned
just unbound in your screams of implicity , and
thus narcissisity , duplicity at it's core , begging
for more praise , yet out of phase , with the reality ,
of your fatality , your ass sore...

You are implicit , in your deficit , complicit ,
on your way out the door...and you Trump ,
what a rump , ripped and rended , no can be
defended , empty to your hollow core...

F**k You , B**ch !