Dear Donald Trump...

Do not grope me in a car.

Do not grope me at a bar.

Do not grope, you understand?

Do not grope me, orange man!

 

I will build my border wall,

and I will build it very tall.

If you say my hands are small,

a dozen lawyers I will call!

 

I do not like this orange man,

I do not like his border plan.

I do not like his dandy tactics,

I do not like his pervy antics.

 

Grab a woman on a train

Grab a woman on a plane

Just barge on in, no need to knock!

It's not assault, just locker room talk!

 

I do not like your ugly heart

I do not like your counterpart

I do not want your words of hate

I do not want you in any state

 

I'd hump them here,

I'd hump them there,

But for right now,

I'll hump this chair

 

My face is old

My toilet’s gold

I have a quim I like to hold

The press is rigged

Don’t trust the polled

 

The press is rigged

Don’t trust the polled

I have a quim I like to hold

My toilet’s gold

My face is old

And now my story is all told

This poem is about: 
My country

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