Sign of the Times
You were fiery, Caucasian, and holding a “Blacks for Trump” sign. We made eye contact before you punched a protester in his jaw. How I wish to see you again.
Yellin’ About Yellen
We both screamed the same four-letter word to sum up Janet Yellen. Message me it, and I’ll know it’s you.
The Extra-Large Trojan
You asked me if I had read the latest InfoWars expose on Hillary’s “Trojan Horse” plan. I lied and said I hadn’t. (I have many times; it’s my favorite.) I could watch your mouth move all day.
Me + You + Vince Foster = <3
You took me behind the porta-potties, and confided in me about how the Clintons hired you to assassinate Vince Foster. Why won’t you let me love you?
Tie Me Up
When our hands briefly touched as we tightened the noose around your Hillary-dummy’s neck, I felt such electricity. You can tie me up anytime, sweet stranger.
Jew You Want To See Me Again?
You kissed me passionately after I explained how the Rothschild family controls the world’s wealth and financial institutions. You were tall. We were both pro-Israel.