Richard Wlodarski Poems

With a stroke of his brush
He painted them all non-white
His eyes blinded by white
Couldn't see the blackness
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Why say I hate you
When you don't mean it
Why see black
In non-white
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I lie on
Damp cold stone
Draped in
Frailty
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If there's such a thing as a beer belly
It might be from the swelling of Trump's tummy
If there's such a thing as a fart
It might be from The Donald's part
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Let's now think
About lost blacks
Instead of whites
And Trump his rump
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Trump in
The rump
Kim to
The rim
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A moment of silence please
As President Trump takes dump
Smells much fouler than the rest
More so when Donald's such a pest
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Let Trump fire
Guns at Fort Knox
Summon the dead
With such promise
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