Trumped Poem by Phil Soar

Trumped



Standing on a precipice
Where no-one's stood before
I stare down into the abyss
Unstable and unsure
I wonder where the future lies
And whether I should jump
And the one guy I'd want with me
On the trip, Is Donald Trump

Tuesday, October 25, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: funny
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