The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Monday, December 5, 2011

A Rhyme to Mr. Trump:

Donald you are cool
I realize you are noones fool
So get on that television
And tell us your own perfect vision
Of a death star above
And a moat in the stars
And of course
There will be more people
Like you
On Mars.

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