Poem of the Week 10/17/17
The Love Song of J. Donald Trump
I did try and fuck her.
I moved on her like a bitch
but I couldn’t get it done.
And she was married, too.
She’s now got the big phony tits and everything.
I better use some Tic Tacs
just in case I start kissing her.
You know, I’m automatically attracted to beautiful—
I just start kissing them.
It’s like a magnet. Just kiss.
I don’t even wait.
When you’re a star they let you do it.
They let you do everything.
Grab ‘em by the pussy.
You can do anything.
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