The poetry of Donald Trump - Special Fantasy edition

The BBQ Pit
1

Our nation’s poet has offered us another glimpse of his special genius. This time he has chosen children’s genitals as his theme.

They mutilate your children
They want to mutilate cut your children
It’s unbelievable what they do
Six states
I mean they could do whatver they want
And they do
Your son leaves as Jimmy
And comes back home in three days
As Janet
And they don’t even ask you
Most people don’t believe that you know
They think it’s like an exaggeration
It’s not
They can take your child out of school
And do whatever the hell they want
These people are sick
Minnesota is one of those states
That can do that

2

JFHC, is this shit still being splurted out? Line up the idiots who believe this then take them to the padded-walls house. Where was this today?

3

Bullhead City, Arizona

4

Every elected official above the rank of Animal Control should have their feet held to the fire for not doing anything to oust this demented Asshole.

5

Presidential Musings on Dat Ass

I’m looking at him up and down
and I’m studying him
and then I made the mistake:
I told, in fun, I said,
‘I looked at his ass,
and I’ve never done that
with a man before.’
It’s true.
Off the record,
women, yes.
Men, no.
Okay?

By the way
I looked at one hell
of a beautiful ass before,
Nicki Minaj.
That’s hard to miss.
That – stand up!
That’s hard to miss.