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When He Makes The Rounds, The Lunatics Jump

When he makes the rounds, the lunatics jump,
Curse, rant, fume in horror and rave,
Yelling f*ck you at President Trump,
While he walks out undaunted and brave.

They tie him to racism, the Nazis, the clan,
They try every trick in the book-
That Russian colluder, that callous old man
Who dissed gold star parents turned crooks.

But he laughs it off and takes it in stride-
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When He Makes The Rounds, The Lunatics Jump
Monday, October 23, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: democracy,political humor,trump
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