The Trumpoet Biography

The following poem is a generalization, on that, we can likely agree,
but this is the way that most Trumpists appear, to many a person like me:

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Mine eyes hath seen the horror of the rise of Donald Trump.
Mine ears hath heard his vitriol he spews from on the stump.
If you believed his ramblings, he took you for a chump.
His 'truth's' near always wrong.
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So they hacked some computers.
'No big deal' you may say,
'Since their influence steered things
toward the right way'
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Don Junior had a meeting with
Natalia Veselnitskaya
and he did not disclose this fact
or say what did transpire.
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When Donald Trump gets up to speak, you simply never know.
Will he seem sane or ludicrous? Just which way will he go?
Will he stick to the teleprompter, presidentially,
or rant his way to la-la land, lost in a fantasy?
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