Number 45 Poem by Randy McClave

Number 45



The balloons fly high over their heads
Everyone is applauding, but not his followers or the feds,
He says that he feels so un-welcomed over there in the U.K
Well, we don't like him over here either, in the U.S.A.
He is the worse that you could ever find in a human being
An orange haired buffoon is never worth hearing or seeing,
He is a liar and a cheat and a adulterer as well
Those acts alone, will surely send him straight to Hell.
A draft dodger and being greedy he is also that too
In his mirror he constantly says, "I truly do love you",
He has been accused of multiple crimes and tax dodging and rapes
He also stars his own movie, "The Pee Pee Tapes".
His words and soul and mind Russia has already bought
Russia can now destroy America, without firing a single shot,
The poor and the needy and the middle-class will barely survive
So, how could they or America, support fat, obnoxious number 45.

Randy L. McClave

Sunday, July 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: america,trump
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