Donald Trump, poet of the prople*

A wonerful* winner for our times

May 03, 2021

Trump as Don Quixote

I always look orange.  

And so do you.

The light is the worst.2


Let’s take a look. Yep, definitely daylight orange. 

The poem is concise and powerful. He makes his reality your reality.

You begin to think, yes, we are all orange in certain lights.

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