Dear mister Trump
How can you live with your face?
How can you look in a mirror,
aren’t you afraid it might break?
And how can you listen to
your own speeches for days on end?
No you can’t buy your fame
or the white house’s name
with your stock dividends…
Buckle up now for the fool of the year
You surely put on a show
but what you preach is ignorance
You have no care,
except for your cash
your secret stash of billionaires
Dear mister Trump
Don’t you feel ashamed?
I can’t believe you’re sending all of these people
away without a second take
And of course it’s easier
to always blame someone else
so you won’t have to think
with that big brain of yours
and risk your hairpiece to melt
Suck it up man we know you’re full of it
You surely put on a show
but what you preach is ignorance
You have no care,
except for your cash
your secret stash of billionaires