IMPEACHMENT TRIAL POEM: Constipated Just US

In loo of affront meant
And fiber privation
Gone to won’s head
A twitter tyrant
With a porcelain prosthesis
And aim peachable
Effaces madder of coarse push back
Trying to void
Being number two
Throne another election
That handed rule
All thumbs
Posedly made up
Buy ALL CAPS!!!
Building a wall
Surrounding himself
With sicko fans
Sandwiching partial jurors between
Sects with nondisclosure agreements

Just, a poem I had to write to burn off some of the shitty energy swirling around ’s trial, with The Don leading the way for his sycophants and jurors. Will be had?

NOBODY is Above The Law

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