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Down we bow before you
Upon our bended knee
Immune you are (by your decree)
Immortal now (by we)
Oh hail triumphant Leader
We you now deify
A Constantine the Great you are
You’ll live on, never die
We’ll knock down our Mt Rushmore
Replace it with just you
We’ll rival Egypt’s Valley Kings
Cock a doodle doo
Tourists will flock..
You want tourist nick-knacks?….
In the shape of your head?……
Chinese junk?……jeez Donald
Our poet is no longer working for the White House
Don Matthews
October 2020
I get the feeling Trump
Gives poet Don the hump!
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What a chump….
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He’s a lump..
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The scariest poem I’ve read this halloween!
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Did the cock a doodle doo scare you? Sorry…..
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