Gave Them To Trump

Gave Them To Trump Every time people my poems will read All agreed that they became stymied With purpose and what they meant Like sin, from it do you have to repent? After reading them people were petrified How many times was it I may have lied? Not telling truth and now am compelled My poems from everyone being withheld. No one ever understood poems anyway And for them sure no people would pay As through poems they tried to scroll Realizing they had taken a terrible toll. Another new idea on me began to dawn Where would political lies have all gone? If God to us thankfully never gave any Instead gave to Trump which were many. Ho Ho Jim Horn