Over her skirt he grapp(bb)les;
Under the sheets we struggle,
Finding nothing there.
Ugly, fat, slithering is his
Cat called coco.
Knuckling his way
Inviting disaster that
Nods its head to the
Grime in his underpants.
Does he too not merit
Incandescent love?
Cook up a lie and spread it
Knickerwards. Bigly. Tremendously bigly.
Where will they all go?
All those innocents who
Didn't ask for Trump.
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