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Dump Trump – a lump n prowl lot terror re: hot

The tattered glory of America, now heats up
with agitation poised to strike on brink
arty choked Jerusalem legislation incites humiliation,
which goads desecration fete accompli chink
in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic
ethic, generic iconoclastic, and jingoistic logic,

nor budging an inch when man
dating trans sect shoe ell masses swallow his drink
what huff huck – this belligerent, dominant and
fervent hellraiser doth bungle in the jungle
decreeing tacit Marshall law
fast as twittering shutterfly eyewink

as his cosmic crotch grab doth
put Venus under his sway
with his Mercury re: hill temperament
pitches orbit of planet Earth
tubby comb out of balance
infected by hiz anti Ju pit

er damnations, excoriations, fulminations
huzzah sing how whiz derriere
didst Saturn simultaneously
crushing crucible as an Uranus
indiscriminately plopping
two hundred fifty pounds off flesh

doubling down humming his favorite Neptune,
dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea
repeating self coined motto 
I yam almighty, therefore no fink
simply commandeering reins of control,
a one man military intelligence groupthink

hut triad and true dyed in the wool
rip pugged ant guise zing rogue
rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink
king die hard fans of dictatorial,
linkedin and monarchist ink
cube bus thriving wielding indomitable aggression

practiced in the Art of the Deal
incorporating an unanticipated jink
iron fist rule reigning down vis a vis
pro pens heave lee and prop hen city
flashing hiz seal of approval,
which scribbled signature

doth not smooth survey monkey
serve hazmat puzzling kink
boot his frenzy to bulldoze
catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic
spells these United States of America
twill become hell

in hand basket with nary trace of able link
kin, the sixteenth president,
(whose rugged pioneering frontier existence)
found him steady and strong,
plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink
the epitome of forty fifth elected

commander in mischief
a twenty first century Drake 
yule ha – albeit tink
con poop – barely describes
this oafish piranha making waves
(Whereby Hurricane Katrina 

seems like child’s play),
where even a toddler,
could out rule, out smart, and out think
maniac pampered
by donned patriarch Fred, 
who fawned, doted

and bow wowed 
over polarized magnate trick son, 
whose rapacious,
reprehensible and riling actions
generated when Melania doth wink.
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