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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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| To raise money for charity; We gave trinkets away for free, Bright decorations throughout the place, I had this one in the bag. When the guests arrived to play, They were giving none away, It's obvious that I'd failed, I felt my shoulders sag. Please, Mr. Trump, don't fire me, I'm a businessman, Why can't you see? I want to be a man like you, A billionaire tried and true. Advertising is a skill, It tests the soul and shows the will, With the help of my hand-picked team, We offered up our theme, When they chose the other side, I felt as if inside I'd died, My mates said I was the one to blame, Can I be redeemed? Please, Mr. Trump, don't fire me, I'm a businessman, Why can't you see? I want to be a man like you, A billionaire tried and true. Fashion shows are really hot, Designers show off what they got, Where fairy tales and dreams come true, I dressed up to the nines, When I slipped and fell on the stage, I went into a screaming rage, Now I regret the things I'd said, But I can read between the lines. Please, Mr. Trump, don't fire me, I'm a businessman, Why can't you see? I want to be a man like you, A billionaire tried and true.
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