A Sonnet for a Deplorable Man

Since today is National Poetry Day, I decided I would write a sonnet for Donald Trump. Don't say I never gave you anything, u bum!

image of Donald Trump which I have distressed and to which I've added a sonnet, published in full below

Despot at podium shakes tiny fist,
Emitting salads of words mispronounced.
Provost of the bold white supremacist;
Lord of the flies, the frogs, the trolls that flounced.
Overt abuser, hampered by no shame;
Republican envoy of sophistry.
All he surveys exists to his acclaim:
Best crowds, best storms, best deals, best history.
Locked eyes on Fox in House he calls a dump;
Execrable in sum, this man called Trump.

Happy National Poetry Day, everyone!

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