Oh Donald
Piss soaked and rancid monster
Eating the babies of the poor for breakfast
Fried, boiled or poached
Race doesn’t matter when it dribbles from your gaping rectum
You sit atop your mountain of ill gotten gains
Face contorted, scant comfort
Self proclaimed saviour of Christmas
Move over Jesus
the GOP have a new messiah
Cold shrivelled heart beats slowly
Small fingers reaching, searching
Stabbing at late night screens
Drifting into sleep
Dreaming of teens
Bring him your poor huddled masses
Tossed onto his raging fire
Warming himself
Cries music to his ears
Heartless Evangelicals applaud
A slow descent into madness calls
Paranoid, mind full of echoes
Until an end
Cold, feeding the worms
As feet dance merrily above
Afterwards 