Our nation’s poet has offered us another glimpse of his special genius. This time he has chosen genetics as his theme.
They’re sick people
And a lot of them were let in here
They shouldn’t have been let in
Others they’re just bad
They go bad
Something wrong
There’s something wrong there
Genetics
Are not exactly
They’re not exactly
Your genetic
It’s one of those problems, Brian
It’s a terrible thing
And it happens too often
Hmm, I always thought my genetic happened too often.
Bone Spurs are a sure sign of Bad Genetics.
The irony is that when Donald’s grandfather, Friedrich Trump, emigrated to America from Bavaria in 1885, nativists were complaining about how Germans were ruining America, which had been founded by good settlers from England.
It took 130 years for the nativists to be proven right. Such foresight! Creepily unⒶmerican.
But in Germany we are glad to have gotten rid of that scum. Even if we end up bearing the consequences too, like everybody else.
I dunno. It’s possible to take the ravings of any madman and format them to look like poetry.
That doesn’t really make it poetry. (I do realize you are being facetious here, but I resist any attempt to make Donald look as though he knows what he’s doing.)
I’ll admit I take a special enjoyment out of taking Trump’s own words and using them to reveal how stupid he is.
Very good – but you should link to a source so that we can also view it in its full appalling glory and context.
That is always appropriate.