A Riddle For Trump!!!

There once was a character named Trump,

Who thought he was truly thumbs up.

As he gazed in the mirror all day,

He wondered, could there be a way.

To get out of debt and definitely circumvent,

The cell that would soon make him pay.

Okay, Okay is what he so thought,

How can I pass this so called old hump.

I know what to do, I’ll play them for fools.

And never ever get caught.

So now he rides down this ramp,

Proclaiming , to all in his camp.

I, D. Trump will run for your chief,

And to bad for those that do have a beef.

I’m the only 1 that can make us overcome,

The stain of our African grief.

As the tides change and his followers seek gains,

They ignore the death that can’t be contained.

Oh master leader the one we exalt,

Everyone knows it wasn’t your fault.

Just give them time for our alt right gestalt.

Trump claps his hands and knows it’s alright,

To do what he wants, even in plain sight.

1 year then 2 years then 3 years and 4,

Wasn’t there mailboxes when I opened my door.

The genus of evil was now at his work,

Defying the mass which makes him a jerk.

Now is the day, the final outcome,

Of this dastardly rule which made us all numb.

Hip hip hurray the Mein Kampf has lost,

With all of his measures, at any cost!

Oh thank God it’s all over,

You think by now, we’d be sober.

But the right of our hand,

Is now in command,

Of the election that they want a prover.

So now we have to think,

How do we get it to sink.

Into their head and then it will spread

To all that think times are bleak.

So the powers that be get to work,

Thinking could there be a quirk.

To the election at hand,

Which officially stands,

To the left of our brethrens thought plan.

Okay we’ve come with a solution,

We’ll audit the ballots inclusion.

Then they’ll see, there’s no misdeed

To our guide of this Constitution.

So where shall we start to inspect,

The states they want to reject.

You know the ones, filled with just bums,

And considered to be derelict.

Now we the people want to know,

Is the election that they want to throw,

A dissent from the past, them ruling the class

Of the people we just want to go.

The query is now taking place,

Them thinking there’s guise in this race.

Will they believe, the outcome to be

Or doubt will fill their home base.

The tally of results are in,

And much to their chagrin.

Nothing has changed, except the few gains,

Which makes them loose their left brain.

We’ll storm the Capital, that’s what we’ll do

Our mighty leader will think that is cool.

Then he can be, the object we see

Not a Liberal or Crat. but an Authoritarian brat.

With petulance wondering through skulls,

Them creeping along our great hulls.

They think not of U.S. but what is their just

For losing to those they distrust.

This tragic scene in our face,

Them going down in disgrace.

Is this how they’ll be?

As far as we see.

Or maybe they’ll give up their case.

We’ll nurture their delicate frames

Even though their constantly aflame.

Don’t worry though,

We all love our Joe

And Kamala we’ll just keep place!

Bye, Bye Trump

Signed,

JMW