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by Paul D
Rated: E · Poetry · Political · #2175806
A discordant song.
Trumpet won the race
without showing grace
in form, mind, or face,
putting people in their place.

Political parties are falling
while Trumpet is calling,
“Follow me, adore me;
I'll change your reality.”

Loud sounds fill the air
along with wild and crazy hair,
but then there's no reason to care
as another election is almost here.

It is Trumpet forever
while we all eat liver
and listen to discordant voices,
having lost all our choices.

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