BREAKING: A tantrum in gold-plated ink,
He’s suing the truth 'cause it dared to think.
The Wall Street rag made Donnie cry,
So now he screams his usual lie.
You drew Lolitas in court-day doodles,
Replaced their hair with Trumpy noodles.
Signed your name where shame should grow —
America’s Enigma? We think we know.
“Hot if she weren’t my daughter,” you said,
While seventeen charges hang overhead.
From Access Hollywood to Miss Teen scenes,
The rap sheet reads like twisted dreams.
From Epstein flights to locker chat,
To waving at Ivanka’s figure — flat.
From beauty pageants to Mar-a-Lago,
You’ve been the creepiest creep in every photo.
You sue the Journal? Try suing fate —
For writing “Predator” in bold on your plate.
But please proceed — file and shout —
We'd love to see this circus play out.
Your “powerhouse suit” is just more gas,
Another enigma — full of hot air and ass.
@VinceWilsonShow@patriottakes Real irony… bricks aren’t rated for earthquakes, haven’t been used in new construction since the 90s, except in fireplaces