To a president
Every time I see you, your picture
Feel dizzy looking at ugly eyes
Shitty hair!
It takes me to the time I was there
Ate lot of apricots, sun ripen.
With it I got sick in my tummy
Had to use a corner
To free.
I looked back when was done
Not knowing
I would see the same shit once again
That is you.
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