mr. trump: basement inspector

See Mr. Trump. See him run. He is scared.  Run, Mr. Trump, run.  Run from the noisy people.  Turn out the lights and hide. Launch the tear gas.  While you cower inside.  Poor Mr. Trump.  He quakes and he quivers, Afraid to face the world he’s destroying. Boo hoo hoo, he cries, I'm the bravest … Continue reading mr. trump: basement inspector