Poetry about Donald Trump

Just wonna live the American dream; Fame, power, riches it’s the American scheme.
My people, my race, my heritage.  I am a rapist. I am a drug addict. I am good for nothing alcoholic
Now I'm not political. I dont vote. Not even old enough to have taxes to do. But some things have been said that simply aren't true.
The one-percenter Donald Trump Announced presidential aspirations with hair in a clump.
Research Concentrates On How Foodstuff Advertising Creates A False Impression Of Health
Bushmen Safaris
The Jazz of My Life is the reason I'm up late
(poems go here) As I sit back, reminisce, and wonder why, why I am who I am,
“Gentlemen of the jury, here I bring you now A man charged with murder; a fair trial he was allowed