'Why do I think I know
you?’
Said the Trump man to
the flea.
‘You’re small and
insignificant
And not at all like me.’
The flea hopped onto
Donald’s nose
And winked his little
eye.
He took a breath and
spoke his truth
And gave him this
reply:
‘You recognise the
type, my friend.
We both have such a
knack
Of bleeding people
dry, you know,
While giving nothing
back.’
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