A Trump Tail

Baggie of Blow in your pocket.
Lick your finger, stick it in the bag,
Stretch and reach over the Bar,
Offer your frosted finger to the Dancers.

I am not the only floozy who went SNORK
On that stubby cokefinger 

And then went home alone

And laughing at you.

You never ever got laid
Cuz the bouncers kept you
But not your cokefinger,

Far away from the pu^^y.

 
When you ran out of coke and got itchy
Off into the night you lurched

To grab rich girl pu^^y.
They had their own coke.

You say LIE! 

Pocketful of Dope.
Fake news. Bad news. 

So You.

Copyright M. de Angelis.