Dear Mr. Trump '' How ya doing old chump '' How was your year? Or does it go in and out one ear? Hows the dictating? Or is it deflating?
By Mags Murphy Lynch7 years ago in Poets
Depression you are such an obsession '' I can barely remember am near the point of regression '' My mind is so cloudy '' Inside I feel so rowdy.
The pain of my life is so unreal '' But yet nobody thinks it's a big deal '' While I weep at night '' Not a blink in sight ''
Addiction you are an affliction '' I stay attached to you '' even though I feel so blue. You have the power '' and I have fallen from the tower.
There was a time '' When all was fine '' Then time stood still '' That I could not refill '' I used to be happy '' And very humble ''
When I am asleep '' It's like I feel so deep '' My dreams are gifted '' Which I feel very uplifted '' It is of no surprise ''
You have no Shame '' And you will never take the Blame '' Karma is coming for you '' Just out of the Blue '' You made my life hell ''