During the campaign,
Trump’s complexion was
often described as orange,
and, naturally, he was
invidiously compared to a—
carrot!
Little did we know that,
in this, the time of
Decline of the US Empire,
this very man with the—
mind of a carrot!—
would become President!
(Which makes his
carrot-mind all the more
dangerous, even if
sardonically amusing.)
But, alas, it is so difficult
to write poetry, especially
rhyming poetry,
invoking orange.
After all, what really
rhymes with “orange”?
Well,“borange,” of course,
but isn’t that a nonsense word?
No, no more than is—
“covfefe”!!
Further, as both The Donald
and I know, “borange,” “
same as “covfefe,”
have special code meanings
that only those
Really In The Know understand!
There! So stuff it, peons!
These are not nonsense words,
or typos, or misspellings,
but carefully-constructed
special concepts that just
happen to be undefined—
but we know what
they really mean,
and that’s all that counts!
Besides, just like The Donald,
I too am very, very smart:
even if I do pay taxes
and don’t declare
a nine billion dollar loss
to the IRS!
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