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My lips turn down, my shoulders slump
Each time I hear news of Donald Trump
Summer of the Donald my friend decried
Honestly, I’d much rather be circumcised
He’s such a perfect candidate, you shout
Spouting he will fix all, no concrete plans
Supporters don’t care, won’t be found out
His words crafted to inspire bigots, clans
Rich as Croesus, no care how the rest live
Devoid of reality, talks to hear his own voice
Fans have no idea what he will do, will give
If given the chance, he'll still be their choice
Don’t aim to be a downer, I’m sad, confused
Sorry if I sound like I am down in the dumps
His game of winners and losers, I’ve refused
Bet an orangutan’s humanity trumps Trump’s
A slightly different version of this was published on my blog the Pen's Might. I like this one better.