Don Pito

Just wonna live the American dream;

Fame, power, riches it’s the American scheme.

Everyone is trying to get their spot in the light,

 Always trying to win the fight.

Were the new leaders of the U.S.A

Miss Americana, Mexicana, Xicana working hard every day.

Tell Trumpet to stop tooting his horn,

Because he’s in the land that my ancestors were born.

So leave Mr.Trump don’t forget your toupee,

And save the junk that comes out of your mouth for another day.

We get it you hate common core,

 But what do you have to say about the people and how you’re going to open their door.

Not how you’re going to put up a gate,

Believe me, that won’t make a difference and it won’t make America great.

Because it’s immigration,

That founded this nation.

I don’t understand why you’re making such a big commotion,

When my people just crossed the border and yours the whole ocean.

So Donald Duck stop quaking your mouth,

And being so rude to our neighbors down South.

You need a time out and a pull of the ear,

And know you won’t be president any year.

Because it can’t be America, the land of the free and home of the brave,

With a president who doesn’t know how to behave.

This poem is about: 
My country


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