It is the day of
The Donald.
New president, people's minds like
cement.
Bent on doom.
Zoom into another place & time.
Not given a chance,
a life of romance.
Alone at the dance.
Ants in the protester's pants.
Glance upon the distant shores of
ever being.
Being a leader with many yeses or no, s.
A time hopefully not
in the nation of Doom.
Doom takes the next flight to Venus.o
[cont. lte}
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