Insurrectionist-Cry-Baby-trump doesn't like sitting in a room where people aren't constantly praising and complimenting him.

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ChatGPT
In a room where egos bloom,
There sits a man, with skin so orange,
With thin-skinned pride, he faces gloom,
Yearning for praise, his constant urge.

Insurrectionist-Cry-Baby-Trump,
Whose hue could rival a sunset's bump,
He sulks and scowls, oh what a sight,
When not bathed in his own spotlight.

In gatherings where truths are bold,
He feels the sting, oh so cold!
No praise, no cheers, just candid talk,
It makes him squirm, like a startled hawk.

"Where are the praises? Where's the cheer?
I am the greatest, have no fear!"
He pounds his fists, he throws a fit,
But the room stays silent, not a whit.

Oh Cry-Baby-Trump, with orange hide,
In a world where truths won't be denied,
You'll find no solace in false acclaim,
For honesty will always claim its aim.

So sit in silence, pout and grope,
In a room where praises can't elope.
For the world won't sway to your tune,
Insurrectionist-Cry-Baby-Trump, oh what a buffoon!

--ChatGPT Poem

Is that how you think a man turns his name into a Globally recognized brand, build multiple business empires, beauty contests, put your name on a prime time business game show, open golf courses and a country club, be a father and keep beautiful women beside you for decades?

Then kick the bajeebers out of a press induced frenzy of a foregone hilarity conclusion, get elected, maintain peace in eastern Europe and the middle east, gain the respect of the working class people all around the world and keep showing us why you don't quit, never give up, never let hard times break you?

Sorry you got raised that way but it doesn't work like that.

I don't think you do either!

Pardon my previous response. I didn't read a key word correctly.