When Donald Trump
Gets the hump
His two brain cells Bump together
Creating a spark
In the cranial dark
Where Donald's views are tethered
Not a pretty sight
A sewer at nightOverflowing
with verbal diarrhea
Donald loves shit
Selling piles of it
To the witless hordes who cheer
Slag off the wogs
Who clean the bogs
Of fat-arsed American racists
Call women sluts
Who have the guts
To call him sordid and baseless
His ratings grow
As his funds flow
And bigotry brings even more cash
He could still win
Hair wearing thin
Crowned the king of US white trash