Trump Is Love

>I was only nine years old
>I loved Donald Trump so much
>I had all the merchandise
>Every night I pray to Trump, thanking him for deporting illegal immigrants
>"Trump is love" I say "Trump is life"
>My dad hears me and calls me a racist
>I knew he was just jealous, of my devotion for Donald Trump
>I call him a dick
>He slaps me and sends me to bed
>I'm crying now, and my face hurts
>I feel a warmth approach me
>It was Donald Trump
>I'm so happy
>He whispers to me "we need to build a wall"
>I am ready
>I open my wallet for Donald
>He gives me a small loan of a million dollars
>It hurts so much, but I do it for Donald
>I feel my wallet tearing as he puts the money in
>He roars a mighty roar, as he fills up my wallet
>My dad walks in
>Donald Trump looks him straight in the eye and says "you're fired"
>Trump leaves through my window
>Trump is love. Trump is life