To the tune of “At Seventeen.”
I learned the truth at seventeen
When I decided Trump’s for me
A humorless man who spews out bile
And countless people does he defile
His outbursts are so un-couth
Ideas as dangerous as John Wilkes Booth
And dreams of dictatorial rule
At seventeen, I learned the truth
And those of us with angry faces
A group of white, paranoid crazies
Who worship orange hair with an over-comb
Screaming about those we should stone
Complaining about how multi-culturality
Is ruining our society
It isn’t all it seems, at seventeen
The brown eyed girl at the McDonald’s in town
That Mr. Trump warned me about
Who asked: would you go out with me
But Trump said she was here illegally
She was hot and I should have said yes
But instead I alerted the INS
Then I called Sean Hannity
It isn’t all it seems, at seventeen
Sure, Trump says things that are insane
Hill-a-ry he likes to blame
For everything that seems to go wrong
Even the small size of his dong
With sinister eyes he stares at you
Wondering if you are a Muslim too
I read propaganda by the ream, at seventeen
Denying abuses he would strain
To re-peatedly object in vein
Because the Donald had the balls
To brag he did it after all
On camera the mic was live they say
When he bragged of grabbing women that way
All because he was a celebrity
And was therefore entitled you see
He taught me to hate those who dared
To use their brains and seem to care
About civil discourse and our tone
Rather than create a wall for free
Backed up by words: “Be-lieve me”
I joined the Trump team, at seventeen.