You're a Mean One, Mr. Trump
Mar. 2nd, 2016 11:37 amWith thanks to Melissa McEwan, from whom more than a few of these comparisons are lifted.
You’re a mean one, Mr. Trump.
You really are the worst.
Your ethics are a fetid boil that’s
just about to burst,
Mr. Trump!
You’re a completely shameless purveyor of Social Darwinist rubbish.
You’re a monster, Mr. Trump.
You’re a foul pile of trash
Your moral sense is so burnt-out
it’s just a speck of ash,
Mr. Trump!
Your heart would have to grow three sizes to be visible to the human eye!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Trump.
You’re a shameless, mendacious liar.
You have all the tender sweetness
of a raging dumpster fire
Mr. Trump!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d pick the raging dumpster fire!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Trump.
You fill me with alarm.
You’re a bigotry tornado
and a harbinger of harm,
Mr. Trump!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
“Scapegrace, Scofflaw, Scum!”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Trump.
You really are a creep.
Your disgusting lack of empathy
causes me to weep,
Mr. Trump!
You are a truly loathsome zealot, with the lingering smell of sulfur where your decency should be.
You nauseate me, Mr. Trump.
You’re a catastrophic mess.
You’re a lingering sense of total dread
under great distress,
Mr. Trump!
You’re a sack of gold-plated prejudice,
in overpriced shoes!
You’re a mean one, Mr. Trump.
You really are the worst.
Your ethics are a fetid boil that’s
just about to burst,
Mr. Trump!
You’re a completely shameless purveyor of Social Darwinist rubbish.
You’re a monster, Mr. Trump.
You’re a foul pile of trash
Your moral sense is so burnt-out
it’s just a speck of ash,
Mr. Trump!
Your heart would have to grow three sizes to be visible to the human eye!
You’re a vile one, Mr. Trump.
You’re a shameless, mendacious liar.
You have all the tender sweetness
of a raging dumpster fire
Mr. Trump!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I’d pick the raging dumpster fire!
You’re a foul one, Mr. Trump.
You fill me with alarm.
You’re a bigotry tornado
and a harbinger of harm,
Mr. Trump!
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote:
“Scapegrace, Scofflaw, Scum!”
You’re a rotter, Mr. Trump.
You really are a creep.
Your disgusting lack of empathy
causes me to weep,
Mr. Trump!
You are a truly loathsome zealot, with the lingering smell of sulfur where your decency should be.
You nauseate me, Mr. Trump.
You’re a catastrophic mess.
You’re a lingering sense of total dread
under great distress,
Mr. Trump!
You’re a sack of gold-plated prejudice,
in overpriced shoes!