Trump Is My Pimp

Trump in the suit, orange glow, my recruiter,

Spinning gold towers, ego sharp as a shooter.

Unicorn whip, mane braided with glitter,

Galloping through chaos, streets cold, hearts bitter.

Pimp game strong, with a MAGA crown,

Unicorn strides, no hoofs touch the ground.

Reality bends, fantasy found,

Weird flex, but the vibe’s profound.

Carpeted in scandal, drama drips like honey,

Pockets full of dreams, no counterfeit money.

Trump my captain, unicorns in the stable,

Fiction meets fact, truth’s just a fable.

Riding high, skyscrapers fall beneath,

Civic unrest, we the mythic beast.

Gallop through dystopia, gold leafed teeth,

Twist the absurd till it gives us relief.

Pimp game strong, with a MAGA crown,

Unicorn strides, no hoofs touch the ground.

Reality bends, fantasy found,

Weird flex, but the vibe’s profound.

Mane glowing neon, hooves spark the dark,

From penthouses to deserts, we leave our mark.

Pimp and steed, a satirical art,

Riding through the chaos, tearing it apart.