So, I wrote a sonnet about Donald Trump

Jun 7, 2016
by: Roan522

A candidate’s the color of my hair,
Yet he shouts of deporting immigrants.
Illegals! Illegals! It’s like a swear,
Because he lacks his due diligence.
No wonder then, that the youth of today,
Fight in the streets for two different old men.
They look at America in dismay,
And ask themselves, how it all can happen,
That a country that made it to the moon,
On less RAM than you need on a math test,
Has spoken, and chose this mad old buffoon?
He would be naught but an unwelcome guest,
In that venerable house of a leader,
Where he’d put in nothing but fe-ar.