Trumpeting

A small list of the basic aspects of Trumps persona. Neither complete nor sweetened for mass consumption One For some reason his self lovin’ Knows no bounds and sounds Like a sugar paste spoiled Like sour milk, like a shills exasperation Praising salvation. When There is little to love Even getting past initial disgust. For all his claims of superiority Im hard pressed to think of a single thing At which he is best or even Better than the average dolt His self love, like lows of addiction Boggling to behold Spoke with such conviction. Two He has this habit of getting his face twisted up in mock Pursed lips knit brow puckered ugly Mouthing constipated cow When talking to someone Better than him- a low bar to be sure- Like an infant a tantrum throwing child A vile guileless humorless mockery I’d chalk it up to penis envy Were it not so oft done For strong examples of empowered femininity. Pure scum. Three He loves himself (see one) and money But not necessarily in that order. No honor, loyalty, fealty, or dedication He doesnt give a rats ass For me you or our nation He’d fuck as many unwilling kids here Or with Putin cheap con man scam Which any good god would damn Sees the land is only a resource For him not you of course He is a force of stupid such the like The world has never seen Should never have seen Never wanted to see and like all idiots He sings of his intelligence yet demonstrates A Bankrupt stream of bullshit The consummate Nero The fiddler whose measure is dollars Leading children and rats into deep waters Well when you gut education And social programs It happens Go figure. Four For lack of a wall to call a legacy war Will be his grab at immortality For his ego there are those who will die For his mark in history He’d sacrifice you, your family, his familty Anybody really, but he’s no sociopath That requires to much work Out his corpulent ass His mask appeals to the violent yet weak To the hateful and the fleeced He fancies himself a beast But at best hes a mistake born On tides of scorn, racism and cluelessness This war will put his name in history books As is his petty desperate wish But he will be an afterthought A blot, a blotch, A bitch to the mood of politics An inspiration for all the young terrorists There are dozens more, but just these four Are more than enough demonstration That Trump Republicans and The slug himself are less suited for the oval office Than the shit bloodied halls of hell. Be patient, if not by cholesterol Or oh dee ing on add err all The fat fucking clown will fall into his entourage of yes men Where the best thing we can do Is never think of him again save The day we take to piss on his grave. [ad lib] I bet the NSA would hold this song against me Fucking pricks. Maybe they can tell me Whats up with the tiny piggies Man got girl hands Damn Lackin’ packin’ if yer catchin’ my drift