I never knew him...self...he pleas.
Please Impeach Me Me Me Please!
He never knew him...self...his plea.
After finding himself, IMPEACHED! ! !
Although, all this while, from birth,
Still...not finding himself...of worth.
Except seeking after only fortune and fame,
A poor shame, Love idly remain, unimportant.
TRUMP TRUMP TRUMP, Trump...petty Trump!
Never seeking, never finding himself or Truth
Impeachment found him, at the end of his youth.
With missing integrity and lacking moral scruples,
Truth found it's Justice in the American way.
Still, except for maniacally fast on Twitter,
He tweets all his anger and slander and libel.
All he can say is it wasn't me...see!
It was "Perfect"...Perfect, I say, just like ME!
... IMPEACHED? ...He Pleas, ...
... His Pleas...
HELP ME Russia? , ...Ukraine? , ...China? , ...PLEASE! ! !
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