Donald Trump, poet of the prople*
A wonerful* winner for our times
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.
To write to us on Letter, the debating site for thoughtful people, click here