Dear Mr. President Elect,

Does that toupee make you feel like a man?

Shiny red tie brings out the devil lurking beneath your skin

Maybe the flame of anger got so used to living on your face

that it decided to take up a more permanent residence

You said you hated immigrants

Yet you’ve welcomed this hate-filled vitriol with open arms

Allowed it to stay here without going through the proper legal action

This fear has a nasty habit of multiplying, so insidious

With you as its doting host

Haven’t we told you time and time again

Hate has no place in our hearts or in our homes

And if you continue to bring that Bitch back here

We’re going to leave you for Canada

Two-faced cheating bastard and proud of it

You crowd surf on the disparity of the working class

Before coming home drunk at 2AM

To the house you built in Midas’ rectum

I can’t wait to see what happens when they both find out

You’ve been sleeping with the other side

Hillbilly Joe isn’t going to be happy when he realizes

You’ve been fucking the lobbyists next door

And the brown people are tired of playing the other woman femme fatale 

So you’d better watch the way you dance around the truth

Or shall we say, shoot facts in the head

With an assault rifle from the convenience store

You fancy yourself a rockstar, a hero, a celebrity

But being president is not the glamorous ego trip you think it is

Rich playboy with one too many daddy issues

Taught winning meant there always had to be a loser

It’s November 8th, 2016, and we are all losers tonight

“We Are the Champions” drones in the background

And our favorite rock anthem turns into a dirge

For the record, Freddy Mercury was gay

And he is greater than you will ever be

I’m sorry your father never taught you what it means to be a man

Because if he had,

Maybe you’d know that vulnerability is our greatest strength

It’s what makes us human, allows us to connect with one another

You and me in this moment together sharing our brains

Do you ever get lonely in your ivory tower?

With only the sound of your own voice to keep you company?

Trumpsterfuck, Trumpsterfuck, let down your toupee

Grab me by the pussy

I dare you

Because this pussy is about to fuck you up the ass

With the biggest strap-on you’ve ever seen

Red and blue lipstick painted across your ass cheeks

Spelling out a truth you failed to acknowledge:

Property of the United States of America

In other words

You belong to me

You belong to us

See, we’re building a nation here

Of women and men and everyone outside and in between

A melting pot of clashing cultures

Conversations are chaotic by nature

But we are brave enough to enter this battlefield

Armed with pens and paper

Guns and bombs are just toys for little boys

Who don’t know how to use their words yet

Mr. President Elect,

You can complain to your heart’s content about voter fraud and rising crime rates and all the other imaginary information you got from the internet… 

And you can tweet all you want about draining the swamp and creating jobs and making America white again, I mean great again…

But hope has a nasty habit of multiplying

And we are hospitable hosts

See, this pussy is going to birth a daughter some day

And she’s going to tear down every single wall you construct

For every insult

Every abuse

Every perjury

Against us

We will rise above you

Stronger than ever

Together