Trumpland

Trumpland

A Chapter by Maxwell Ryder

Three days left to go,
No one knows what to behold,
So we cover our genitals
And pop our pills,
Smoke our bowls,
Awaiting untold frills;
Some will drink koolaid
Some will drink strychnine,
Others will take iodine,
while others will go blind;
Some will die,
Others will get in line
For porridge, like Oliver Twist,
Second helpings denied!
Some will fisticuff, some will b***h
I couldn't be bothered which,
Humankind's always been rich,
"F**k them all, or be fucked,
Grab her junk, Grab the b***h!"
This is the anthem of Trump;
Eat a Tic Tac before you hump,
It's Trumpland, everyone!
Make America Great Again,
and good luck!
May the richest man win,
May the poorest wench suck!


© 2018 Maxwell Ryder


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