Dump Trump – a lump n prowl lot terror re: hot

The tattered glory of America, now heats up

with agitation poised to strike on brink

arty choked Jerusalem legislation incites humiliation,

which goads desecration fete accompli chink

in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic

ethic, generic iconoclastic, and jingoistic logic,

nor budging an inch when man

dating trans sect shoe ell masses swallow his drink

what huff huck – this belligerent, dominant and

fervent hellraiser doth bungle in the jungle

decreeing tacit Marshall law

fast as twittering shutterfly eyewink

as his cosmic crotch grab doth

put Venus under his sway

with his Mercury re: hill temperament

pitches orbit of planet Earth

tubby comb out of balance

infected by hiz anti Ju pit

er damnations, excoriations, fulminations

huzzah sing how whiz derriere

didst Saturn simultaneously

crushing crucible as an Uranus

indiscriminately plopping

two hundred fifty pounds off flesh

doubling down humming his favorite Neptune,

dost affect Pluto hoc crass sea

repeating self coined motto

I yam all mighty, therefore no fink

simply commandeering reins of control,

a one man military intelligence groupthink

hut triad and true dyed in the wool

rip pugged ant guise zing rogue

rejoicing tuff fool, governing and hoodwink

king die hard fans of dictatorial,

linkedin and monarchist ink

cube bus thriving wielding indomitable aggression

practiced in the Art of the Deal

incorporating an unanticipated jink

iron fist rule reigning down vis a vis

pro pens heave lee and prop hen city

flashing hiz seal of approval,

which scribbled signature

doth not smooth survey monkey

serve hazmat puzzling kink

boot his frenzy to bulldoze

catastrophic, formulaic, and illogic

spells these United States of America

twill become hell

in hand basket with nary trace of able link

kin, the sixteenth president,

(whose rugged pioneering frontier existence)

found him steady and strong,

plus soft hearted as pelt o’ mink

the epitome of forty fifth elected

commander in mischief

a twenty first century Drake

yule ha – albeit tink

con poop – barely describes

this oafish piranha making waves

(Whereby Hurricane Katrina

seems like child’s play),

where even a toddler,

could out rule, out smart, and out think

maniac pampered

by donned patriarch Fred,

who fawned, doted

and bow wowed

over polarized magnate trick son,

whose rapacious,

reprehensible and riling actions

generated when Melania doth wink.