358 (Trump Trump)

Trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump, trump Trump
dump Trump, dump Trump, dump Trump, dumb Trump, dump Trump
“You rollin’ like Trump, you get your meat lumped.”
Lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump, lump Trump:
Punk Trump, punk Trump, punk Trump, punk Trump, punk Trump
flunk Trump, flunk Trump, flunk Trump, flunk Trump, flunk Trump
Cut off the branches, all that’s left is a stump
Stump Trump, bump Trump, dunk Trump in a dump truck:
The humid air means that I cannot breathe
I saw a white supremacist on the
T. A puffed-up eagle with “WHITE PRIDE” wings
One word tattooed on each bicep.
He looked at me crazed. Of course I have no fear
Of self-sentinels. I moved on. Fuck Trump.

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