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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required What did I do, what Karma is this Where is the power, the glory, the bliss, I didn't sign up for this constant pain, I'm losing my mojo, going insane. I gave up a bunch, my whole pampered life, The glittering lights, a model for wife, A media in love, fans all around, Success beyond words to truly astound. The Don was the man, the king of the heap, The world's superstars in my presence would steep, Invites and connections too many to count, Politicians included my patronage tantamount. My wealth and prestige more radiant than gold, Everyone buying whatever I sold, From Casinos to Pageants, Hotels by the score, Anything Trump they just wanted more. And now what is this my world full of grind, My presence and words despised and maligned, Melania so mad I tiptoe at night, To then sleep alone, a truly sad sight. But what my recourse, I've little to say What I would do, what would I pay To rewind the clock, swallow my pride, Stick to my golf and from politics hide. Too late for all that, I'm in to my neck Just hoping and praying to avert a train wreck, History's blunt it favors the winners, No pity or quarter for ambitious beginners. So here's the game plan, my only real shot To well clear my name and wipe out this blot, Another four years that's what I so need For me to yet prove that I truly can lead. And lead I sure will despite that grim bunch, I'll use my fine guile peppered with hunch To ram home the point beyond any doubt, That I am the one with God-given clout.
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