Is it satire, is it mockery?
A hoax or prank for comedy?
Not a chance; it’s reality
And the way it feels like a parody
Only adds to the tragedy
There’s no need for a lampoon
A caricature or cartoon
No pasquinade, skit or charade
No elaborate masquerade
‘Cause it’s no lie; it’s sure no joke
No elaborate show of mirrors and smoke
It’s as real as it gets, though it feels like a farce
People honestly voted for that orange-skinned arse
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MS Poetry 
So well rhymed.
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Thanks 😀
I do try. Sometimes.
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And do it wonderfully well.
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Reblogged this on M.S Poetry and commented:
Sharing this one once again, to commemorate a certain fuckwit gracing the UK with his (very much unwanted) presence.
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