P01135809, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @Brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

Mr. Spray Tan racoon man, refused to denounce
The Ku Klux Klan. In your real caravan
To the Fulton County Jail, was that your “plan” ?

Spoons of silver in your mouth, you had everything
From your birth, your abusive dad gave you no worth
Wining was winning, to you it was everything

No lessons of empathy, compassion for others
You conned many out of their money
You skirted the law for over half a century

Even your family stole from a charity
You talk like the mafia like John Gotti
In code you wink, think it is funny

Then you cry foul like the typical bully
Falsely play victim, to avoid accountability

You incited a mob, that got 140 officers injured
Two of them because of your words were murdered
That phone call was not perfect, it was considered

All of your life you did what you wanted
You ran over people, with no regard
To the destruction you leave in your wake

You are a con, a bully, narcissist and fake.

Now you are being, held to account
You never imagined it would come about
Like a petulant child you mope and shout

The best at the worst but you are the first
President with a mugshot, and I hope that hurts
But you are incapable of feeling remorse

If there is justice it will take it’s course
And you will have a 6 by 5, still be incapable
Of understanding why

You did nothing but waste your life
Wining by cheating, winning by bullying
Winning by coning, winning by grifting

You will never be in the ranks
Of Jimmy Carter, or Harriet Tubman
You never be a compassionate human

You will always be that frightened child
Insecure acting tough and wild
You will never be meek or mild

Humility you’ve never had
Your poison hatred always angry and mad
You care only for yourself, and that is sad

Now you’ve got something, you’ve truly earned
A process number, you never learned
Fair play and decency, you will always be a bully.