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I feel bad for you, Bobby Alonso.
A proud Latino would call himself Roberto.
Apparently, you are a coconut,
a wannabe gringo,
which may explain the reason
you have joined Trump
and his heathens.
I'm Anglo
and not even I am a wannabe gringo.
You are lost and your idle mind
has become the workshop of the devil.
I'm sure you were warned
about that fate in your youth.
The iniquitous Trump has brought death to our country.
He has turned you into a dead head in the process.
You are the epitome of ignorance,
the face of stupidity.
You say you are not racist.
You say that expressing racist views
doesn't make you a racist.
It only makes you the prevaricating president's puppet.
Trump has unmasked you as a rat.
If you are going to sell your soul so cheaply,
you should at least have some self-respect
and call yourself Bob.
It's okay.
Come out of the closet.
Admit that behind the brown coat of paint
resides a guileless turncoat.
A man doesn't call himself Bobby.
That is a child's name.
Grow up and learn to think for yourself.

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