(this is more of a silly poem)
tiny orange hands
and a tiny bigot mind
big words that don't mean anything
big mouth and big fat lies.
guess what, we elected him
even if he didn't get your vote
he sure as hell did not get mine
but the majority stole the show.
he's crass, he's rude, he's racist
a stale cheeto in a suit
misogynistic, islamophobic,
a homophobe, transphobe to boot!
we've been saying he's fucking terribble
but i guess some shithead bigots just weren't listening.
"but her emails, but her emails!"
those fuckers kept insisting.
the choices were not perfect
but since when have they ever been?
but an infantile entertainer? really?
and a rapist in the end.
we're on the brink of nuclear war
haven't been since '91.
wow, a whole 27 years have passed already,
well i guess we've had a good run.
he's got a twitter, well that's horrifying
but i'm sure that'll turn out well.
oh he's measuring dicks with foreign dictators!
god, we're going to hell.
this is fucking terrifying
even if he's a musty dorito
remember to vote, get to the poles
we gotta impeach the fucking cheeto.
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Feminist Rage
PoetryA collection of poems about feminism, empowerment, and the power of change. (all poems are mine)