47th President Poem: Krasnov: 47th President of the United States , by George Morris

Nothing rhymes with orange.
But plenty of words work with dumpster fire.

Why write an ode
to such a chode,
when there are better things to do
with our lives?

He wont be here long,
just hang in there strong,
and he’ll fade away like a lingering stench
or an echoing fart.

How much can one man ruin!?
what is he even doing?!
Handing out favors to our enemies,
and wrecking the American empire!

Hire a felon,
have some Elon.
Elect a clown,
expect a circus.

We are watching the end of a political era,
Is it the end of the Whigs or the Social Democrats?

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