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Trump is the word
Look at me, I'm Donald T
Won't accept reality
I didn't win
But I'll never give in
I can't, I'm Donald T
Who cares what the voters say
Donald T must have his way
I'm the man that you need
I'll never concede
God bless the USA
I don't drink or smoke
My presidency was a joke
Nothing I utter is true
I like to talk loud
And rile up the crowd
Come join us
We're planning a coup
As for you, VP Mike Pence
Hope you will not take offense
Want to see your head impaled on a fence
You dared to disagree
With me?
I'm Donald T!
Although this poem may be
Although this poem may be criticized by one of the trumpsters (mine have), it presents a foundational truth that is being confirmed by the televised hearings: the Innkeeper simply cannot accept that he was fired by the electorate.
This poem is more than a "great write" (if I may borrow the phrase): it is also an excellent poem.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]