Mr. Trump

This one is for the “man” called Donald Trump

Republicans want to treat him like he is Forrest Gump

Sorry Mr. White Privilege but you do not get my vote

Your Rhetoric is as senseless as me the summer calling for an old coat

Sitting there spewing words of anger and hate

You are despicable just like a man who led a nation of Aryans who thought they where great

You vomit words that mean nothing except if you’re pocket book is more than six figures

99% of us don’t won’t ever see your 100,000 dollar strippers

If you become president than I know our country has lost its way

No other explanation could describe why we elected someone who hasn’t ever been a politician for a day

I can’t blame you for people telling you that you have a chance

You tapped in to the bottom 1% to get you to do your silly dance

I think you are a cock sucking bastard who’s made his money on the backs of the less fortunate

Which makes you Christopher Columbus dressed in St. Laurent

I love your $5,000 suits, can I have one to pay my child support as I sit her applying for jobs

Hahaha, yea right you look at me like I’m a fucking slob

Just because my last name is Esparza on paper I’m as Mexican as can be

As you run for the white house I’ll struggle with my card labeled EBT