The Wall
I guess, again, that I have been lured,
Maybe Trump is right, a wall there must be.
But I won't be charging Mexico for it,
A female 'game player'?, my heart not cured.
How can someone be as warm as summer,
The next, as cold as the falling snow.
A devious woman, or just unstable?,
Either way, it's a complete bummer.
Copyright © Chris Gair | Year Posted 2016
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