Black Poetry : Trump In Motion

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    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 inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
    remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
    some folks claim that your just a know it all
    but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just ***** and pout
    sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
    is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
    while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
    I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
    but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
    crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
    that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree


    where does the working man now stand
    how shall we salute the flag all mad
    building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
    So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
    The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
    so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
    maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
    can we meet together on some significant level
    these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
    but we as Americans need to know the full story
    not taking any more pot shot from TMZ
    try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
    perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
    now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
    for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
    tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
    take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
    perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
    lastly from me to you what's knew ?

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