When Donald Trump gets up to speak, you simply never know.
Will he seem sane or ludicrous? Just which way will he go?
Will he stick to the teleprompter, presidentially,
or rant his way to la-la land, lost in a fantasy?
Will he just share the facts and make his statement strong and clear,
or ramble, lie and shout and spread division, hate and fear?
When needed, he reads from the script, but looks like he's in pain.
He'd rather spout what's in his head, no matter how insane.
So when we all see Vulgar Trump, it's plain to see the fact,
that Presidential Trump is just an unconvincing act!
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So true, but can we believe it.
Unfortunately, so many people do believe him, even when he directly contradicts himself!