A Small Loan Of My Love

Introduction

I stepped up to the podium. A sea of billions of
supporters, or so it seemed, cheered at my rally. "Hillary! Hillary!" They cheered. My eyes glistened in the lights above me. I searched for people I knew in the audience. I laid my eyes on Bill, who gave me a wink, even though we had our complications. I looked down at the podium, nervous. I thought about doing the "dab" dance move again. The youngsters seemed to like it last time... but the one thing I thought about most was if he would be in the audience. I searched soulfully for a certain man, one whose hair resembled  the tail of a squirrel, one who made my illegal immigrant shiver in horror...if you young people know what I mean ";)".  A man who was supposed to be my enemy, but the wall that should've divided us, and Mexico, had been cracked, allowing something to leak through it. Yes, that's right. I, about to give a political speech, pondered my forbidden love for D. J. Trump  (get it, homies? Like DJ who got us falling in love today). I slowly moved my hand in a whip like formation, and "nae-naed" the papers that my speech was on from the podium up to my face. I was ready to face the world as a young woman in politics. This is the story of my wild romance with the president (haha again wow I'm such a player) because it started from the bottom, and now I am here.