DON
I am I, Don “I said what?
and I am bananas.
My brain every day overflows
with sick winds; there’s always mo’,
because I always blow.
But not from my mouth do they roll;
they come out of my asshole…
insane ravings of a troll.

I am I, Don “He does what?”
A vagina grabber,
I grab for ’em; owners say, “No!”
Sick thoughts from my headblight flow.
Misogynist? Quite so!
Down my wandering fingers go…
too tiny to play piano.
The pussy garden they hoe.

VLAD-O PUTIN
I am Vlad-o, yes, I’m Vlad-o;
I’m the boss and ventriloquist,
the voice behind the D’oh! man.
Girls, he’s a bad omen!

DON
But when one has lost her luster,
getting adulter,
time has come for a new good-looker.
Someone else in bed; the last one, I forsook ’er.
New one: I can briefly nook ’er.

I am I Don “I do what?”
And my Dulcinea?
For now with Melania I’ll go,
but her support’s getting old
I want new in the fold,
pronto. I know where my wants go.
Desire for her I flaunt so:
Ivanka, my fourth hot ho’.