His head’s not unlike a lump

red hair on top of a dump

His ideas are thin

and so is his skin

He’s an egomaniacal chump

Of Mexicans and Muslims he’s tired

Drugs, rapists and labor suppliers

He’s got news for you all

A beautiful wall

You’ll build it, then beaners, you’re fired

He spits hatred and fear from his stump

We need more than a spray tanning pump

Dog faced old fogy

Burns bridges like stogies

If he wins it’ll be

More than mere novelty

A nuclear, world ending

trump

-David Matthews