Trump Poems Have Been Dumb, Done

I'm not one of these chumps all pumped by Trump on a mission to write a poem with punch. That topic's lost logic, yet punks don't stop it, scrambling new angles to tongue tangle and ramble, it seems Donald has a stronghold on numb skulls of trolls with their old, so cold, eye roll opinion been told. Ejecting rejection in repetition while signing petitions through idealism that keeps them wishing, but the same words keep emerging from different persons, before merging into one big social burden, a presidential pardon full of the same old jargon, your words we've heard them, they keep occurring, the demand a dead candle with a flame all strangled and a wick all mangled, the creativity bubble punctured on the floor like dog turd, this static political view of disgruntled you inhabit, a sad habit, I can't have it, these boring poems about Trump are tragic.