Pitchfork Diplomacy!

One candidate's idea of leadership!

Raise your pitchforks high, grab a torch, and come with me.

We're going to kill the monster who's to blame, and it should be

 

just ahead--look, you can see it though the trees--sure, they're those

who'll say, "Where's your proof?", but I say, 'Who needs proof, bro?'

 

We're gonna have to make the tough call, as I, The Donald, says,

and you might laugh and make hair jokes, but I'll be your next pres.

 

Foreigners, you can't trust 'em, yeah, they're to blame.

True, we all came from somewhere else, but look at us, don't go by last names.

 

See, a good analogy would be, I'm driving a six-miles-a-gallon monster truck,

and I'll just drive right over you immigrant fu**s;

 

conform to our wishes, relent, or get out of the way,

because I'm too important to give a s**t what you alien b******s say.

 

Hey, would you look at that? The spotlight's on me,

which is all that matters--everything is just as it should be!

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I apologize for the language, but I'm hacked!