Trump In Motion

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

 

 

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

 

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

 

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

 

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

 

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

 

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

 

I know years to know used to being with your history

 

eager long to achieve

 

needs to take a nice hot shower

 

going down to the wire...,

 

got choices with the most chances highway glances

 

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

 

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

 

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

 

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

 

some are in a trance

 

a given chance at any romance

 

Pac sought love through concrete

 

on again out again cry for relief

 

Can We Talk ?

 

hit a sister mister said to high HITLER,

 

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

 

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

 

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

 

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

 

VAPE

 

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

 

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

 

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

 

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

 

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

 

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

 

Trump Smells B.O.

 

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

 

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

 

I maybe a man of all mans,

 

P.U.

 

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

 

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

 

at night he would take a pee outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

 

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

 

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

 

I aim human fresh under my wings,

 

look to the sun to help you get by...

 

 

 

 

Trump's Comb Over

Written by: Mario Vitale

 

 

 

well it's a one for the money

 two for the show

 the answer my friend is blowing in the wind

 so is Trump's comb over

 

 who tucks Mr. president into bed

 do the not realize he has a big head

 who takes care of his hair

 caged fury

 

 in such a hurry

 the magic is in the pudding

 does he know what hell he his doing

 he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

 

 TMZ catches his rug by disguise

 one word to the wise

 get a transplant my friend

 we can see your head with the magical wave

 

 oh act your age

 Mr. Trump what hump

 you have taken us by surprise

 doesn't anybody realize

 

 

 

What Hump Trump

Written by: Mario Vitale

 

 

you sit in your ivory tower

 why should I even bother

 your the man who said your fire

 had a book art of the deal

 your spinning wheel is getting to fast

 lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask

 what hump Trump knocking at your door

 are you in the theatre of the insane

 lest I refrain another opened door

 check this as a young child you were already loaded

 your inner soul imploded

 through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme

 kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor

 you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better

 but always a gentleman never given the middle finger

 still many of us hate your guts

 still got lots to prove

 others refrain just not in a good mood

 you may have to do a make over

 with your hair as in a comb over

 yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall

 we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding

 what are you kidding 

 what hump Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you

 has he bitten off far more then he could chew

 Ivanka still has a voice with a choice

 try to pull things together if you try

 we we're out busy living the lie

 the lie that says I am what I do

 still got to mend your ways

 instead of getting lost in some purple haze

 you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion

 are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?

 perhaps you got junk in your trunk what hump Trump ?

 

 

 

A Letter To Trump

 

 

you don't know me & that's good

is your choice of water Fiji now

going to speak to you man to man

Mr. Trump do you really understand

when you took the oath of all that was planned

did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society

as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power

did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine

sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54

yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call

remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball

some folks claim that your just a know it all

but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just bitch and pout

sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea

is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony

while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call

I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama

but what are you promising us is it in God we trust

crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means

that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree

 

 

where does the working man now stand

how shall we salute the flag all mad

building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test

So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need

The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying

so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue

maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do

can we meet together on some significant level

these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder

but we as Americans need to know the full story

not taking any more pot shot from TMZ

try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea

perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future

now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind

for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread

tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?

take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.

perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.

lastly from me to you what's knew ?

 

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