TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

I know years to know used to being with your history

eager long to achieve

needs to take a nice hot shower

going down to the wire...,

got choices with the most chances highway glances

glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,

another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush

doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew

Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?

some are in a trance

a given chance at any romance

Pac sought love through concrete

on again out again cry for relief

Can We Talk ?

hit a sister mister said to high HITLER,

SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE

LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND

YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR

NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH

VAPE

with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...

suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure

day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks

cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,

this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio

Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos

Trump Smells B.O.

I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,

Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,

I maybe a man of all mans,

P.U.

in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,

fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin

at night he would take a pee outside his window taking heed to nature's dream

the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness

our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...

I aim human fresh under my wings,

look to the sun to help you get by...




Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale



well it's a one for the money
 two for the show
 the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
 so is Trump's comb over

 who tucks Mr. president into bed
 do the not realize he has a big head
 who takes care of his hair
 caged fury

 in such a hurry
 the magic is in the pudding
 does he know what hell he his doing
 he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes

 TMZ catches his rug by disguise
 one word to the wise
 get a transplant my friend
 we can see your head with the magical wave

 oh act your age
 Mr. Trump what hump
 you have taken us by surprise
 doesn't anybody realize



What Hump Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale


you sit in your ivory tower
 why should I even bother
 your the man who said your fire
 had a book art of the deal
 your spinning wheel is getting to fast
 lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
 what hump Trump knocking at your door
 are you in the theatre of the insane
 lest I refrain another opened door
 check this as a young child you were already loaded
 your inner soul imploded
 through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
 kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
 you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
 but always a gentleman never given the middle finger
 still many of us hate your guts
 still got lots to prove
 others refrain just not in a good mood
 you may have to do a make over
 with your hair as in a comb over
 yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
 we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
 what are you kidding
 what hump Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
 has he bitten off far more then he could chew
 Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
 try to pull things together if you try
 we we're out busy living the lie
 the lie that says I am what I do
 still got to mend your ways
 instead of getting lost in some purple haze
 you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
 are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
 perhaps you got junk in your trunk what hump Trump ?



A Letter To Trump


you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my
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Mario William Vitale

Mario William Vitale is a twentieth century poet. He has developed a style of free verse. Has written over one thousand poems. more…

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