Billionaires must fondle him to have their needs addressed. They know what he wants!
He can take good care of them.
As news comes out about how the very rich buy access, billions flow into the Don's family coffers.
In bed Don loves wearing his gold Where billionaire's come to the fold They need not hold loins But just buy Trump coins While we work till we're dead and old Trump’s deals concern what he can break It’s how this Don hauls in his take The rich on him spend As they must depend On what they’ve kissed his ass to make His son’s payoff struck them as bad Republicans hate Hunter’s dad But they won’t ascribe Meme coins as a bribe And part of Trump’s theft launching pad
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