Trump, After the First Presidential Debate
Against Joe Biden
By Colorado Poet Robert Cooperman
Narration By Roger Netzer
Of course I won the debate,
even if Sleepy Joe and Cry Baby Wallace
were ganging up on me,
the way the media always do,
with their fake news.
But I ran rings around them both
like I was a kid again,
the toughest on my block.
I got so steamed when Wallace
dared insinuate about the Proud Boys,
when they’re heroes, patriots.
When I told them
“Stand down and stand by,”
my signal to keep the traitorous
Dems from stealing the vote,
like Cheating Hillary almost did,
but I won by the greatest majority
in history, you can look it up.
November Third, I’ll be watching
on Fox as the returns roll in,
proud to see my Boys busting the heads
of anyone who tries to sneak in a vote
for Lazy, Crazy Joe and Horsey Harris,
who isn’t even American.
I love to watch my Boys march,
carrying torches, mowing down
anyone who gets in their way.
Four more years? Hell, yeah!
Then four more, and four after that,
as many as it takes to make this country
great again.