The Trump Colossus

Just like the Taj Mahal of Jersey fame
With glaring lights astride from shore to land
Here at my Tower eyrie do I stand
A mighty Trumpire that I give my name
To celebrate The Donald’s lack of shame
But more than that have I the future planned
To use the presidency to spread my brand
And focus far away the blameless blame
“Keep, Muslim lands, your terrorists,” cries I
With shouting lips. “Give me your wealthy, your white,
Your pussy that attracts my roving eye
The rest of you – get ’em out of here, tonight
Send these, the taco eaters, home to fry
I build my Wall beside the exit light