And from Tiffany Midge, ‘Ars Poetica,’ by Donald J. Trump:
Nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands.
Trust me, I’m a poet.
I have all of the words.
I have the best words.
The most tremendous words.
Those other poets are a disaster,
just a disaster.
I’m going to build a wall
around those other poet’s
words, because no one
has more respect for words as me.
I love words, I respect words so much.
I love them so much that I would date
my own words if I wasn’t already
related to them.
I’m going to make poetry great again.
And I’m just the poet to do that too.
When it comes to words—
they’re just so beautiful
I just start kissing them,
and I can do that too,
when you’re a poet they let you do that,
they let you do anything,
I’m on those words like a mystic,
I grab ‘em by the muse.
Words are great, they’re a beautiful thing.
I have the best ones though,
because I’m the best.
I’m a winner, words love me.