Orange Is the Colour of Disgust

He is a rotten, bubbling vat of Tang

He is a moldy Cheeto

He is a perverted Oompa Loompa

That Willy Wonka left behind

For fear

He would contaminate the chocolate

He wants to make America great again

With the vocabulary of a fifth grader

And the emotional range of a toddler

And not to mention

His questionable contacts

Fat Kim What's-His-Name

And Maniacal Nuke Warlord Putin

He is racist

He is sexist

He might grab you by the pussy

And gloat about it openly

He will cut funds from the elderly

To take himself golfing

Because men like him

Only play with

Very, very

Tiny balls

He wants to build a wall

To keep immigrants out

Despite the fact that his mother

Was illegal herself

And his wives were immigrants, too

Apparently the only foreigners worthy

Are the ones

Whose vaginas he is leaving

Or entering

And everyone else must be kept out

He shows every indication

Of being the next Hitler

With his thoughts on eugenics

And his racist attitudes

Toward anyone not as lily-white

As he probably is

Under that

Disgusting

Crusty

Orange

And badly applied

Spray tan

Yet his followers chant

USA

USA

USA

As if chanting a magic spell

To transform their

Tyrannical toddler overlord

Into the golden-tongued diplomat

That we all miss so sorely

But nothing can bring us

Back from this madness

We've been trumped

By a useless, brain-dead

Can of pumpkin

That a lot of hicks think is a god

I fear for the future

This mentally unstable

And deformed

Carrot stick

Will create