Trumplethinskin
Little Trumplethinskin Types lies into fake gold He types all day he types all night Oh man, his lies were bold! Surrounded by false...
There’s much that makes our lives seem dimmer
Joy and laughter is scarce a glimmer
Spending time in search of gladness
Escape from all this grief and sadness
Let this place be where you find
Solace and some peace of mind
There be smiles upon your face
Purging mopes, all frowns erased
Little ditties and longer odes
Limericks and beats so wode
All your blues with recommended
Daily poems will be upended
For if you have the whim and time
I offer you the perfect rhyme…
Trumplethinskin
To The End
Salad Freak
Lonely At The Top
Kick Back
Origami
Superstitious
Slow Down!
I, An Oak Be
Fluffy Flowers
The Long Con
Small But Mighty
Doomed
Hangry
Smells Like Great Music!
Home Run
Try On The Pants!
Die Diet Die!
Uncage