Terrible Poetry Contest

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I lament, bewail and fear

Trump policies I now hear

What matter of evils he doth spout

I prithee, throw the blackguard out!

From whence come his knotty-pated brain

A puzzle remains to solve in vain

Churlish speech is swaggered here

While grave notes prepend the mace’s fear.

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