So Trump is angry?

In a rage?

Disgusted and dejected?

He didn’t get his way for once?

He didn’t get elected?

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Can anyone come forward

who would like to be his friend?

Kiss his little mushroom head and promise in the end

he’ll be the president again

to smash and foul and bend?

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He ended middle eastern war, 

stopped rapists at the borders,

more jobs than anyone before

arose from all his orders. 

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He kissed a frog in North Korea, 

Chinese fascists groaned.

Eliminated communism, Vlady Putin owned.

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But sadly Donald Trump is through,

his ghoulish minions done, boo-hoo,

kennels opened, fascists crocks

stuck again beneath their rocks.

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How can it be this superman

Who raised our nation high

Is now the also-ran we crush

into a cherry pie?

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Perhaps his vicious, brutal deeds, 

his lies and thieving planted seeds

in every citizen who paid

in blood or loss or peace of mind 

or time surrendered to despair,   

or all that rising hope to fade, 

and caused a hidden spark to flare,  

a new decision people made to cut the grifter’s air.