Atrocious breaches cry for relief—
Sluggish delays beggar belief.
Mob bosses who shun convictions
Only foment more derelictions.
The “public crook” above the law
Unearths the worst systemic flaw;
When justice can’t incarcerate,
What outlaws will it intimidate?
No felon better plays the system,
Spewing boomerang resistance;
No mayhem counts as too bizarre—
“Next time, let’s sue in Zanzibar?”
Mud-wrestling fits Trump’s forté,
Injustice thrives in forced delay.
His tomfoolery evasion
Brews the sleazy with the brazen!
And hustles must be transparent—
Trump stunts are never aberrant.
Posing as MAGA street brawler,
The joke—it’s all ‘bout the dollar.
He grimaces the phoniest sneers.
The fraudster showing zero fears;
At prosecutors he snubs his thumb,
Proof positive he’s the dumb one.
If not age, gaffes plague this codger,
No charm saves this artless dodger.
The finale when courts convict
Answers to the sentencing script.
Upon my word, committing crimes
Comes faster than all merited fines;
When scorn for law jibes with breathing—
No mean feat to crush endless thieving.
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