Trump

He never thought that he would win 
it was another grift to spin 
and so like every venture past 
he used each trick to make it last 

The coup became his newest con 
to be debated when he’s gone 
his tangled web of racist lies 
would give rebirth to fascist rise 

His life has been a grand facade 
camouflaging all that’s flawed 
a narcissist from head to toe 
a clown in charge of every show 

But now he’s running out of time 
as Judges rule on every crime 
the house of cards his lifetime built 
is now a roadmap to his guilt

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