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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