The Age of Trump...

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Is there gas left yet to pour on

The dumpster fire of this moron?

This imbecile that thinks he’s smart

Such self-delusion is an art

And yet he’s risen to such power

With orange-caked mug that simps and glowers

And stomps his feet and types out troots

So with his loaded mouth he shoots

Like blinded cowboy, gun in air

He’ll take you out, he doesn’t care!

So dangerous, this rash no-nothin’

With sausage finger over button

Oh how did all things come to this?

Our asses ready to be kissed

Goodbye, so long, we’ll see you later

‘Cause fearful folks threw votes at traitor

The world a hostage, no relief

Beholden to this fake, this thief

So all that’s left to do is pray

I doubt it works, but what the hey!

Though answers to those prayers may stump

Still may we live through Age of Trump…

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June 22, 2025