Dear Teflon Don,
Disgraced and twice impeached.
You’ve been dodging rules and cheating.
Even married the Georgia Peach.
January the 6th pulled out the stoppers.
The Proud Boys went along.
You called Mike Pence to duty.
Orderly transition our right was wronged.
With Blood Stains on your hands.
You shouted to the crowd.
The unimaginable loss of freedom.
Stand strong and then stand proud.
Only this time Humpty Trumpty,
Your fate hangs by a thread.
Time to say “Uncle,” the chopping block has got your head.
And what about those taxes?
A rich boy backed by fate.
Manipulation adds an ending.
Go stand behind the gate.