There is violence happening,
There is hate and bickering
There is lashing out and crying about
Thanks to you, Mr.Trump
No sir, do I not agree with your view
No sir, I do not believe in you
I will not give you a chance
Because during your campaign, things became plain for all of us to see..
Sadly most of us were blind,
That's how we go into this mess
This whole race was a joke,
You're cabinet? I've seen better at IKEA!
Your tiny hands, brain, and veiws have no point and "Making America Great Again"
You only spread hate,
And by us we protest,
Because that is our right,
And right the world is our test,
This isn't physical education, which you know little about
Seeing your round orange tummy
Full with daddys money,
No sir Mr.Trump,
You belong in a dump!
We are using our rights
Making history into herstory
Shouting out our opinions
We'll grab you by the pussy
And out our beautiful government
YOU ARE READING
On The Spot Poems
PoetryThese are poems, I hope you enjoy them. They come from my heart, and whatever emotions I feel at 1 AM... Have fun, indulge in them if you will. Thank you, Merci, Gracias, Danke and Spasibo
