Poems for the Soul

Trump

With his magnificently groomed blonde mane,

Skin so orange, the pumpkins are jealous,

The future president yells and screams.

He speaks to Muricans,

Giving them hope of a better day.

Oh how glorious is Trump,

Who started with just a small loan of a million dollars,

Fighting his way to the top of society,

He will soon hold the keys to our future.

Ready to build the sturdy wall that Mexico will fund.

No longer will Mexicans force,

Their most unwanted people to the states.

No more druggies or criminals or rapists will come.

The time has come for the immigrants to leave the states,

All except one, the darling Mrs. Trump.

How lucky is she to have such a man.

Daisy Duck surely chose the wrong Donald.

Trump always speaks his mind,

Never sticking to one way of thinking but ever changing.

He's very proud to say he's pro-life and yet totally pro-choice,

Sometimes he listens to the experts he hires,

But really his primary consultant is himself.

He will put females in their place for sure,

Protecting society from the sight of a woman feeding her hungry baby.

He likes children but he won't be the one to raise them,

Supplying funds to women for this purpose.

Donald Trump, the only man who could shoot somebody and not lose voters,

He will make America great again one duck face at a time.

Author's Notes: My professor absolutely hated this poem and told me to change it before he graded it but I refused so I never actually edited it from the 1st draft. Memes are totally poetry worthy and he disagreed.