The Trumpoet Poems

The following poem is a generalization, on that, we can likely agree,
but this is the way that most Trumpists appear, to many a person like me:

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Mine eyes hath seen the horror of the rise of Donald Trump.
Mine ears hath heard his vitriol he spews from on the stump.
If you believed his ramblings, he took you for a chump.
His 'truth's' near always wrong.
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So they hacked some computers.
'No big deal' you may say,
'Since their influence steered things
toward the right way'
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Your trumpists whoop and shout 'hooray'
You talked a lot but talk is cheap
It's your inauguration day
and now you've promises to keep
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Don Junior had a meeting with
Natalia Veselnitskaya
and he did not disclose this fact
or say what did transpire.
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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?
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I must beg your forgiveness up front for this verse.
I don't want to be vulgar or rude or perverse,
but all over the world, things are going oh so wrong,
and it's due, in large part, to the President's dong!
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Donald Trump has frequently claimed
the mainstream media's got to be blamed
for always trying to make him lose
by spreading vicious, vile fake news.
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In his address to Congress,
The Donald brazenly
revealed plans to spread fear through
a brand new agency.
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