You may know him as an obnoxious narcissist with serious trust issues who looks like a spray-painted rubber ducky with hair implants.
But Donald Trump is also a shayar.
Oh Yeah! You may not be in the know, but his nerve-racking nazms will nevertheless nullify his naysayers.
As a responsible global citizen, it is your duty to know his poetic origins. Here’s a (fictional) history lesson we’d like to shove down your throats, as Trump would.
His(full-of-bull)story
Donald Trump was born Lafantar Lappu Jhanna Chandukhane Ki in 1946, in the bye-bye lanes of Lakhimpur Kheri, near Lucknow. Less than a year after he was born, he learnt to talk from a disgruntled donkey that was accidentally fed fermented wheat. He would then speak only in limerick.
In 1947, Brexitindia happened.
The same year, he was loaded while asleep, on a bale of hay, onto a ship on its way to America. And the rest is History.
Seriously, we at The Quint figured it was time to take a Trump, right on Donald. So here’s the Trump Nama Rap, Feat. Donald Trump.
Lyrics, so you can sing along. Because obviously you’d want to.
Donald bola sun bhai main hun musolini ka chela
Jaathi peedhi vansh varg kul sab me main albela
Musalman ka hun main hater, saare cheen hain cheater
Aurat ya to commodity hai ya hai kapti looter
Guda udane ISIS ki Iraq ko raakh bana doon
Zaroorat kya hai planning ki jab bhagya vidhata mai hoon?
Mexico ke lafange purush hain saare balaatkari
Kaali
chamdi walon ko main hate karoon sau baari
Jo main kehta hoon main kehta hoon bas aivee aivee
Jeet ke Rashtrapati ban jaoonga bas aivee aivee
Ab Nobel Prize milega mujhko lok shanti ki hith mein
Main charon Oar deewar khada kar doonga aivee lath mein
Puraskar Nobel ka hai ya khota koot jhamela
Aman shanti ki baj gayi seeti, ye hai Trump ka Thela
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