Life in the time of Trump.
The man on golf cart’s gone.
We’ve reached the day
For which we prayed.
We hope for a new dawn.
It’s been a really long four years
We’ve been through much, my friends.
But I’m happy to report
This poem’s at an end.
Life in the time of Trump.
The man on golf cart’s gone.
We’ve reached the day
For which we prayed.
We hope for a new dawn.
It’s been a really long four years
We’ve been through much, my friends.
But I’m happy to report
This poem’s at an end.