Poem No. 34, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter/X)

I had some sort of clue, an inkling
A sinking feeling , he would try something
When the black guy poked fun of him
To his face at the press conference dinner

Dad taught him to be a winner, no matter
Who you had to step on, step over, crush
The grifter gets his rush, from coning
So cunning, when he first began running

Glided down the escalator, walked up to the mike
Began to speak, the forked tongue snake
Didn’t hesitate, to start dispensing hate
“They’re rapists” and his minions took the bait

Multiple deferments, no Ho Chi Minh trail
“McCain was no hero” he falsely assailed
I thought for certain, that would end it there
That shameless bastard could never care

Willing to take dirt from a foreign body
Praising KGB Putin is his hobby
Oh what fun, the love letter’s done
Send it to North Korea and Kim Jong Un

Vilifies everyone not blindly loyal
Can’t pay his legal bills, sells snake oil
Willing to purge when he gets the urge
Be his sycophant or you will be purged

Warrants are not written by sitting presidents
Randomly selected grand juries are precedence
When it comes to the regular trial
Defense lawyers seat jurors all the while

He’s not persecuted, not by a mile
Went home every night during the trial
Attended Formula 1 race box seat style
Went to two rallies to spew his bile

Attended his son’s graduation just as well
He’s got his minions under his spell
“I am the victim” the big lie he sells
Now he may end up in a jail cell

November, November what will it bring
12 jurors regardless did the right thing
Checks on power, is what we all saw
Always proves no one is above the law.

When will they ditch that rancid smell
The narcissist bully could not tell
The boxed dozen, what their verdict would be
This should serve as a lesson for all to see
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