Trump I-Fucation

Trump I-Fucation
Flickering beacon of light.
Red core inflamed.
Elites on the dole.
Narcissists
Me Trumps We.
Fraud:
Ace in the Hole.
GOP Rats pilfer the hold.
Viral blight dissembles.
Emperor fiddles
While chaos reigns.
Diagnosis: Deep Vain Trumposis.
Systemic Sclerosis.
Democracy Desecrated,
Pandora’s lost hope!
Copyright@Mel Gill 2023
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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May 11, 2025 at 12:03 AM
We reap what we sow, if the USA stood up to genocide before Trump, maybe we wouldn't have trained our politicians they can get away with anything.
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