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The Trumpster Blues
Whenever Trumpster comes to town
bragging of his great renown
you might mistake him for a clown.
He proudly lusts for wife and daughter,
sneers at women who are stouter—
a Gold Star Mom? It doesn’t matter.
Those with disabilities
suffer his scurrilities
as well as brutal mockeries.
His hands and fingers are quite small,
without his hairpiece he’s not tall
but argues he’s above it all.
Will those hands with itchy fingers
be the eager means, the bringers,
of a holocaust that lingers?
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