Donald, may I call you Don?
Or would you prefer Mr. Trump?
Into the primaries you have been drawn
You say America is in a slump
As much as I would love to end up as your pawn
I’m afraid I’m not that much of a chump
I can hardly wait to see the dawn
You thing in the night that goes bump
Most of us just want to see you gone
You human-shaped camel’s hump
With your hair like a poorly manicured lawn
And you head like a rotting stump
Yes we cannot wait until you’ve withdrawn
You ambulatory garbage dump
What causes you to ramble on?
What makes you such a grump?
Your morals have been overdrawn
You spew vile like a septic tank pump
America’s not falling for your con
So go take a flying jump
If you insist on behaving like Satan’s spawn
I would like to sit down with a thump
And it’s your face I would like to sit upon
So that you can kiss my big, sweet rump…
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Okay, I feel better now. I am sorry about that, but this guy might be my new Dick Cheney. I just think that when a small piece of evil lodges inside your brain, it is better to drain the infection before your head swells up and pops like a giant zit. Besides, once I started unleashing my pent-up rage, I discovered that the real challenge of this piece was not channeling the anger… no… it was trying to see if I could actually do a fairly long poem where I rhymed every other line with Don and Trump and still have it make sense. I know he hates to be called Don, but if you can come up with any good rhymes for Donald, you are better with words than I am.
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Yes, I know I already posted this when he first entered the race, but it still holds up…
Pouring My Art Out 
My poem of fear….
I write this to you Donald Trump, I don’t know why I bother to
You won’t listen to my words, because they came out of my mouth
That’s too bad cause we must hear the hatred that your own mouth spews…
You’ve worn us thin down to the bone, preaching from your golden tower
The world your pulpit, you tear us down, slash and burn theology
And the only reason you are here is just because you crave the power…
We’re forced to see you every day, with your devils grin and hear your ire
I feel the fear when I hear you, all your words are poison
The fear I feel is justified. I am afraid of burning in your fire…
You blind the minds of all who follow, such a strange voodoo
I only pray there comes a day and please let it come soon
A day you choke on your own bile, and fate or god destroys you.
Elizabeth Stephan
you should start a blog
I don’t know how.
just try it
That’s just…I don’t even have the words….it’s beautiful…..I’m crying tears of sweetest emotion.
yay
Donald may I call you Trump
Your lips resemble the hole on a rump
From words spew like a fecal dump
May voters stop the sewage pump
sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet
Thank you. It was inspired by your words and the man who inspired your words.
cool
donald rhymes with fondled? what?
well… sort of
yeah it’s listed as a close rhyme.
there’s a list???
yup. you can google ANYTHING! I googled words that Rhyme with Donald after I wrote the note, you see.
so they didn’t really do any better than I did just looking in my brain, did they?
You are correct. Donald doesn’t have any rhyming words. There must be a joke in there somewhere.
Speaking of looking in your brain…I got stuck ages ago on the comic about the squirrelles, when someone called it cute. Grrrr. This week, I had a break through. There is a way to work the squirrels way out of “Your fictional brain”. (figuratively speaking.)
but they do all the work around here…
Bravo!! 🙂
thanks
Odd isn’t it, the billionaire telling everyone how tough it is, and tough on account of his buddies, need we listen anymore!!!
I stopped listening after the first couple of words
right on
yup