“Kiss My Rump Donald Trump” by Sandy and Richard Riccardi
Knowing right from wrong
Applies to everyone
Even you Mr. Trump
You old fart piece of dung
I know I’m not alone
When I say your full of it
There’s a stench that follows you
And it smells a lot like shit
It comes out of your butt
It comes out of your mouth
Sorry to inform you
Your claim of genius is in doubt
Politicians use a prepared speech
Whereas you just let it fly
Not of solving Human Relations
But stories to all but you, a lie
Your quoted as saying
“Let’s make America great again”
I hear it differently
Let’s make lying wrong again
At your rallies
You dance up quite a storm
But you’re your own worst enemy
A slimy self-centered worm
Someone running for political office
Doesn’t act like you do
Come November you’ll be found
Sitting in your own pile of poo
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