Donald Trump, poet of the prople*
A wonerful* winner for our times
December 10, 2022
I always look orange.
And so do you.
The light is the worst.5
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 a certain light.
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