Donald Trump & Megan Mullally Green Acres

Trump Acres

Trump Acres has a place for me,
Cold corpses in a jubilee.
Graves spreading out so far and wide,
Leave Manhattan and stay in his countryside!

New York has thousands dropping dead.
ICU’s are without a bed.
Death toll is rising in a flood.
Donald keeps throwing them in the mud.

No tests!
No rests!
The asks!
No masks!

Donald is king.
So kiss his ring!

Trump Acres waiting there!!