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Trumped
  Day One, Donasaurus T. Rump set foot on Earth
  Said “Let there be hate and fear”
  The cavemen immediately turned on each other
  So boy did it appear
  The caves were dark and cold
  And people bare and starving
  The T. Rump entered, he tsk-tsked
  And said “Boy this is alarming”
  Donasaurus gave them promises
  Donasaurus gave them meats
  Donasaurus said, “Put your faith in me
  You’ll get all kinds of treats”
  The poor primitives wanted change
  And the Donasaurus could give it
  But Glinda the Glossy Good Witch
  Appeared to them and tried to forbid it
  She said, “Please, all of you, vote for me
  The Donasaurus is out of control
  He’ll get nothing accomplished
  That is simply how he rolls!”
  The cavemen did not want to listen
  They liked his tasty treats
  So they elected the Donasaurus
  To the House with all seats
  But what about the cavegirls
  That, yes, had messy hair
  And what about the natives
  What about the air
  What about the darker tribes
  What about their land?
  And cavemen that wanted to love cavemen
  Where would all this stand?
  What do conservatives conserve anyway?
  All they do is talk
  Preservatives aim to protect something precious
  Conservatives roll back the rock
  But we must concede graciously
  No matter how wrought and distraught
  Though T. Rump is a saurus of “--isms” and “nos”
  It’s what Glinda the Glossy would want
R.I.P Obama’s Presidency :(

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I wrote this poem as a form of extra credit in my Sophomore Seminar class. My professor wanted us to express our emotions at the outcome for President of the United States. I'm not a poet, but I already know it. I hope you guys enjoy!