Poor Trumpy!

Poor Trumpy!

A Poem by Bob B

Trump's cases are piling up.

In Florida, it's classified docs.

Jumping from ONE excuse to another,

He acts as though he's Goldilocks!

 

Falsifying business records:

Another accusation he faces.

But no matter what he does,

He always stays in supporters' good graces.

 

There's also the case in Georgia, where

It's interference in an election.

Then there's a possible D.C. case:

Involvement in an insurrection.

 

(Chorus)

Poor Trumpy!

Hear him moan.

All he has to count on is his telephone.

Always in a pickle but the fault's his own.

Poor Trumpy!

 

A case of sexual abuse

Is one that he has already lost.

It's incredible when you consider

All the lines that man has crossed.

 

Trump denies all charges, of course,

And yells, "Witch hunt!" and "Weaponization!"

But making him accountable,

Though bad for him, is good for the nation.

 

(Chorus)

Poor Trumpy!

Hear him moan.

All he has to count on is his telephone.

Always in a pickle but the fault's his own.

Poor Trumpy!

 

-by Bob B (7-19-23)

© 2023 Bob B


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Added on July 19, 2023
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