Dear Donald

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Dear Donald

My Dear Donald

My lips are sealed

Our secrets are safe

And will always conceal

We are so alike

Two peas in a pod

A taste for the young

Clinging to a facade

Rest assured, I am not

Back from my fate

Or come back to haunt

I merely lie in wait

You seize what you want

What you think you need

Women and money, never enough

And like me, a bad seed

My Dear Donald, we come from the same clay

There is a darkness in our hearts our ghosts will dwell

in an ooze that light cannot penetrate

I truly enjoyed

The birthday card

A drawing so clever

A message of regards

And as you wrote

There must be more

Yes, there is

So much to explore

But I’m not telling

And I won’t say

Another wonderful secret

May happen every day

The suggestive outline

It was all very fresh

And I really enjoyed

To celebrate young flesh

The sharpie produced

Small breasts so bare

The doodle so clever

Your signature like hair

it’s a hoax and a fake

So now you claim

The card did not exist

It’s a Democratic frame

The best of friends

When we were young

Rich men about town

Now you hold your tongue

My Dear Donald, we come from the same clay

There is a darkness in our hearts our ghosts will dwell

in an ooze that light cannot penetrate

Did you not notice

Our need to engage

Our appetites so large

That enigmas never age

So much in common

Men on the make

Cared none of others

It was ours to partake

But I must admit

to feeling betrayed

You have turned on me

The truth to evade

I left Ghislaine to hang

Took the easy way out

My guilt was profound

Of that there is no doubt

And now my victims

Come into the light

Asking for the truth

Set the record right

My situation is such

That I cannot aid

But you can release files

And stop this charade

You have a long history

Of arrogance and disdain

For women, young and old

Contempt for their pain

You double down

And continue to scorn

To plot and cover up

Cloaks a malice at your core

My Dear Donald, we come from the same clay

There is a darkness in our hearts our ghosts will dwell

in an ooze that light cannot penetrate