Analysis of Trump in motion
TRUMP SMELLS B.O.
TRUMP SMELLS B.O.
BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO
GOT ME PLACES TO GO
SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING
SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER
TRUMP SMELLS B.O.
I know years to know used to being with your history
eager long to achieve
needs to take a nice hot shower
going down to the wire...,
got choices with the most chances highway glances
glad he switch his Depends tyed beauty within,
another one bites the dust with the whole world in a rush
doing cart wheels out in the mood a sought of time to renew
Trump Smells B.O. which way should we go ?
some are in a trance
a given chance at any romance
Pac sought love through concrete
on again out again cry for relief
Can We Talk ?
hit a sister mister said to high HITLER,
SONG REMAINS THE SAME SOUGHT EVEN SHADE
LOVE FAXED IN WHERE IT IS WE DEPEND
YOU GOT TO KNOW WHERE YOU ARE iNSTEAD YOU HIDE LIKE ROSANNE BARR
NEEDS TO STOP BY INSTEAD OF GETTING HIGH
with heightened fresh tender moments like these drift away to the sea...
suffering long in an empty room my pain drifts in illusive rights become pure
day by day we hear the sound of a lonely owl out in desperation my stomach leaks
cheer up good cousin as the thoughts simmer again back from beyond cracking,
this is enough of a good spot gross way back sat the owl in fact through radio
Trump Smells B.O. button down the captors embrace the hellos
Trump Smells B.O.
I'm bust out the beat to increase the tempo...,
Silently in the dreams eating delicious ice cream,
I maybe a man of all mans,
in the port of storm we call commercial radiating plugged in seperation,
fine darling pillars the growth of here after old man sit by the log cabin
at night he would take a pee outside his window taking heed to nature's dream
the owl would suddenly draw empty nothing but framed silence in togetherness
our cameras freshly made eating potato dumplings...
I aim human fresh under my wings,
look to the sun to help you get by...
Trump's Comb Over
Written by: Mario Vitale
well it's a one for the money
two for the show
the answer my friend is blowing in the wind
so is Trump's comb over
who tucks Mr. president into bed
do the not realize he has a big head
who takes care of his hair
caged fury
in such a hurry
the magic is in the pudding
does he know what hell he his doing
he jumps through loop holes looking through peep holes
TMZ catches his rug by disguise
one word to the wise
get a transplant my friend
we can see your head with the magical wave
oh act your age
Mr. Trump what hump
you have taken us by surprise
doesn't anybody realize
What Hump Trump
Written by: Mario Vitale
you sit in your ivory tower
why should I even bother
your the man who said your fire
had a book art of the deal
your spinning wheel is getting to fast
lay up on the gas many in North Korea will be wearing a face mask
what hump Trump knocking at your door
are you in the theatre of the insane
lest I refrain another opened door
check this as a young child you were already loaded
your inner soul imploded
through the duration of time you learned how to rhyme
kind of a Robin Hood but you wouldn't share with the poor
you got hooked on Twitter & your hommie's none better
but always a gentleman never given the middle finger
still many of us hate your guts
still got lots to prove
others refrain just not in a good mood
you may have to do a make over
with your hair as in a comb over
yet you try to stand tall while working on this great wall
we maybe in store of a shot gun wedding
what are you kidding
what hump Trump maybe coming to a theatre near you
has he bitten off far more then he could chew
Ivanka still has a voice with a choice
try to pull things together if you try
we we're out busy living the lie
the lie that says I am what I do
still got to mend your ways
instead of getting lost in some purple haze
you & Pence look like the Blues Brother Reunion
are you sure you know what the hell your doing ?
perhaps you got junk in your trunk what hump Trump ?
A Letter To Trump
you don't know me & that's good
is your choice of water Fiji now
going to speak to you man to man
Mr. Trump do you really understand
when you took the oath of all that was planned
did you ever think about me a lone poet man of society
as you sit there in your in ivory tower filled with power
did it ever cross your mind that not everybody is doing fine
sure there's no gas shortages anymore and no Studio 54
yet what my inner heart beats for is a common courtesy call
remember when you were young playing with the bat and ball
some folks claim that your just a know it all
but here am i sir giving you the benefit of the doubt while some people just bitch and pout
sure you like Twitter and some of MTV but one one heart felt plea
is that we all live out our days in sweet harmony
while your working on that wall did you forget to give Pink Floyd a call
I no save your money for your momma and try to forget about Obama
but what are you promising us is it in God we trust
crushed beneath the seams do you just seek out evil means
that's the beauty of this country we can both agree to disagree
where does the working man now stand
how shall we salute the flag all mad
building bridges make sense of all of this as if life is one big test
So Mr. Trump what you have up your sleeve are you going to help people in great need
The world is watching and i'm not lying yet may have fish for frying
so without further a dew some days you must not a single clue
maybe going through the motions trying to figure out next of what to do
can we meet together on some significant level
these are questions i often ponder perhaps its some heavenly call from up yonder
but we as Americans need to know the full story
not taking any more pot shot from TMZ
try if you will to get that big kid out of North Korea
perhaps we should look to our past to tell us of our future
now you hold the keys to my future so both polite and kind
for i'm just one lone beggar trying to tell another where to get some bread
tonight before you lay your Trump head down let's learn from Rodney King, "Can't we all just get along"?
take it from me its best to stay with the devil you know then to go with the devil you don't.
perhaps you can't even cope when your having a fight with that soap on the rope.
lastly from me to you what's knew ?
P.S. Return To Sender
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Metre | 111 111 110110111 111011 10110111010 10110010010011110110010 111 11111111011100 101101 11101110 1011010 11010110110 11110111001 01011011011001 101110010111101 11111111 11001 010111001 111101 1011011101 111 10101011110 101011101 110111101 111111101111011 1111011101 1101101011101101 10010110111100101011 111110110101100101101 111101011001110110 1101101111110101110 1111010100101 111 1110110101 1000011001011 11001111 0011111010100101 1101001111011110110 1111101111101011101 01110011010111000100 10100101100110 111011011 110111111 1110 101100010 11011010 1101 01011110001 111110 111010011 1011011011 111111 110 01010 01010010 111111110 1111110111 11011101 11101 100111 11111101001 1111 10111 11101101 10100010 111 101100010 110110010 1111010 10111110 1011101 110111011 1110110010101110011 11110111 11001001001 1101010101 1110111001010 1101010 101101111111 11010111101101 11111011110 110100101001010 11011111 11111 1001110011 111110110 111100110 1111111101111 11001101110 11110 11110101010011 11101111111 11101101 1111010111 111101001 011111111 111111 01110101101 11110110010 11111101110 01111011111 01011 111111 111110101 101111111 101111001 1110111111 111010110110110100 1111010100101110 1110111111001101 1111100010110 1111011110101001 01011011010101 1111110111 11111101010010111101101 111100111111111 11111110101100 11101111101111101 1111101110011010110 11111001110111 1010111111101 10101110111011001 11010111 111010111 10101111111111111 110111111111101110011 01110011101111110 1011001111110101 1010101010110111111 11101011010010 111011010011110011110 11101001110110 1101011111 111111111111010 01111110111111010 111011110110101 1111110101101011111 01011111111111011111101 11111111101011111101011 0111101111001111101 10111111 101110 |
Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 6,317 |
Words | 1,279 |
Sentences | 34 |
Stanzas | 55 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2, 34, 1, 20, 19, 1 |
Lines Amount | 142 |
Letters per line (avg) | 35 |
Words per line (avg) | 9 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 92 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 23 |
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