Arnold Mann: He’s no longer in town (A poem of hope — not a song — for the holidays)

Let’s all give a shout … Or a thunderous cry … No need to pout … Here’s telling you why … Donald Trump’s no longer in town. He’s torn up his list … Of those he could trust … He won’t be missed … This year’s been a bust … Donald Trump’s no longer in town. No need to watch out … The tweets are all gone … So close to moronic … Indeed it is ironic … Donald Trump’s been sent out of town. His lies were an indication … Of a mental limitation … Still many kept up the hope … That he couldn’t be such a dope. His lack of friends was telling … He’d never owned a pet … His tweets had much mis-spelling … A goodbye with no regret. Like a spoiled brat in a schoolyard … His venom struck a chord … Some’un’ called him a “dotard” … Wielded his incompetence like a sword. So there’s reason to cheer … It’s the truth that you hear … It took some time, now everyone knows … This one-year emperor never had any clothes. Arnold Mann Valencia

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