Election Of A Serial Criminal Poem by Paul Amrod

Waking up on the morning of November 6th,1968
sent me back to bed with nausea and a stomach ache.
18 months later 4 Students were murdered cold bloodily
as the national guard blasted their guns tumultuously.
I was filled with anger and a total Hippy compulsiveness
raged with disgust over the results of total repulsiveness.
On May 4th 1970 our student body were all loud dissenters
wearing black before the fountains of our Lincoln Center.
No true justice was the result of this horrific calamity
questioning the consciousness of American society.
53 and a half years later we have the on march of fascism.
A fresh insurrection and a secret document theft and schism
of the very essence of democracy with a maimed Congress
creating false pretentions and a will to sadistically suppress.
A Reality Show Clown has taken the reigns of popularity
with only perverse jokes which are in no way hilarity.
91 Felony counts have given this clown a ball and chain
which he drags with a scowl through the snow and rain.
Poor Judge Engoron has a very complicated strange puzzle
to gag his rhetoric because he chews through his muzzle.
A rabid dog spewing his frustration while foaming at the mouth
while swallowing biscuits without saliva, dry and sadly drouth.
Looking 24/7 like his mugshot completely gross and unattractive
thinking of his fraud under the bridge which is not retroactive.
Foolishly screwing his inner circle with invented falsehoods
not exhibiting any form of humanity nor true brotherhood.
With 10 breaks of obstruction of justice his Russian hoax
has still survived with Ukraine and Hunter Biden which provokes
thoughts of election interference which he throws at the DOJ.
We will pray to the Holy Trinity for the coming of last day.
Donnie is projecting again his own belligerent behaviour
pretending to be the evangelical Leo's mighty saviour.
Dark money into the Supreme Court with your lovely Barret
nonetheless abortion won't give them a credible karat.
Giving birth to no viable specialty or expensive jewels
and reminding me of Hamilton and Burr's unfortunate duel.
Uncle Tom and Uncle Remus have saved the Confederates
thanking you for Big-Time Wrestling and other degenerates.
Inflating your assets and deflating them too with Penthouses
for Ivanka although they were roach-infested and full of louses.
Attacking innocent protesters with a Bible in your crumby hands
emitting tear gas with Billy by your side who always reprimands.
Disrespecting BLM with your anti-Woke supremist views
as Aretha checked out while singing her Gospel Blues.
Showing our military your ignorance calling the soldiers losers
while surviving two impeachments and being a power abuser.
Meadows burning documents while developing a wicked scheme
while living in a mobile home as North Carolina's con-team.
Being kept at bay while the Secret Service took control;
wanting to go to the Capitol while speaking like a troll.
Held up by the Secret Service who erased all their calls
to protect your lying ass and this was unfortunately not all.
Sitting 187 Minutes was a monstrous dereliction of your duty
as your 18 codefendants were sitting on their lazy bootie.
Congregating at the Willard Hotel in their nasty War-room
collecting fake electors for your eventual demise and doom.
Our Capitol and Municipal Police were the only salvation
as Trumpty-Dumpty wanted to take over our fragile nation.
Then the raid on Mar-a Lago, your inflated residence on water,
the FBI confiscated your supplies with a psycho-slaughter.
Now you ponder the rescue of your Rumpelstilzchen Bannon
as the judge overseeing this is the wonderful Mercedes Cannon.
Somehow you have brainwashed the entire American public
having a majority in the polls with your despicable cultic
following which can reelect you like the man called Grover.
At least he was a gentleman who never said "Roll Over"
but your flapjack is burning winning Texas for criminal Cruz.
We hope that your convictions will thoroughly accuse
you along with the 14th Amendment Clause 3 disqualification.
We will not forget your sense of America's Immigration.
Gerrymandering districts throughout the depths of Dixie
but Scotus was Ralph Cramden as Norton was sent off to Trixie.
Your jail cell will be home confinement forgotten and forsaken
as the Oval Office will be salvaged and won't be your token bacon.
Your stink from head to feet bathed in your narcissistic corruption!
Then the majority will claim, without an iniquitous interruption,
their congenial leader caring for the paupers and the people
who will scream in elation for our President from the Holy Steeple.