|Posted on October 7, 2016 at 9:40 PM|
Ode to Donald Trump
by Gilbert Creutzberg
Donald Trump, hear, if you can,
You’re a lying clown, my man,.
Got to move that big fat arse,
Fly your private plane to Mars.
Tell those suckers, tell ‘em all
That you’ll build a mall, with wall
You will be their president,
Better yet: you’ll be their friend.
For the wall, in cash, they’ll pay,
Can’t beat tax-free living, hey?
And slim girls may go free
No fat girls sleep with me. *
*And are sent back to Earth.