Mr. Trump

How did the Devil get his job?
Well, first, he had to wait,
Outside,
By God’s receptionist,
Freshly shaven,
With a hint of cologne.

God offered him the job later that day,
After Lucifer handed him his resume.
It was a single page,
Printed on crème-paper.
That made it easy on the eyes.

God asked him,
‘Why should I give you this job?’
Lucifer smiled, and thought for a second.
He said all he could muster,
“Well when you look at her,
Do you think you could trust her?”

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