'' I Won't Do Time '' Poem by Bri Mar

I am seeking donations,
Don't leave me stunned,
I'm laying the foundations,
For a new type of fund?

To help me out,
I need you to rush,
Be in no doubt,
The fund's not called slush.

Do try to appease,
Give a generous amount,
It's for legal fees,
Not my personal account?

I can hear your cries,
My enemies are wrong,
They're telling you lies,
My morals are strong.

The White House is mine,
Biden, I didn't choose,
You know I'm divine,
To leave, I'll refuse.

All that money you've sent,
Will be put to good use,
My morals aren't bent,
The accounts I'll produce.

Like my tax returns,
Which are still not on view,
My stomach still churns,
When they want something new.

My affidavits to date,
Have come at a cost,
What I really hate,
Is the majority I've lost.

Everyone's a crook,
But I'm sure you'll agree,
All that money I took,
It's clemency for me.

I feel really enchanted,
I'm a forgiver of crime,
All those pardons I've granted,
Means,

‘' I Won't Do Time ‘'