Wrap it man, this ain’t no flash in the pan.
People startin’ to see he’s a chump,
that crookster, narcissistic Trump.
Rap it up man, Jack’s lined ‘em up.
Thirty-seven counts along with hide-and-seek.
No more Come on, I’ll give you a peek.
My boxes, my boxes, don’t touch my boxes.
Who wants to man,
when they’re in your john?
Except thousands of guests.
Some of ‘em spies, some of ‘em minions,
too many lummoxes, too near your boxes.
Everybody’s gotta pee, man.
So show ‘em right in. Let ’em sit or stand.
Maybe they’ll read while they use your throne.
Wrap it up man, you’re goin’ down.
Documents as toilet paper just won’t do,
even the Brits know, not in the loo.
Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Written for Lisa’s challenge to “choose a musical artist, song, or genre of music and write a poem inspired by it or them.” AND shared again for today’s OLN LIVE.
I thought this photo from Pixabay.com a good metaphor for Trump’s situation. If I’ve offended anyone, I apologize….and at the same time I ask you to read the indictment in its entirety. It’s a short read and is factual in its details. I do believe every person in this country should read the indictment and then make up their mind about this trial. Far too many demonstrators in Miami today, probably on both sides, have not even read the document and therefore are simply demonstrating from their partisan values rather than from an informed decision. Also, I urge everyone to recognize that the DOJ did not bring this indictment: a group of randomly selected Floridians on a Grand Jury brought the indictment after seeing and hearing evidence.
lillian the home poet 
I enjoyed this piece! Snap snap!
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The absurdity is endless. (K)
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Lillian, what a perfect image of a moldy, rotting jack o’lantern to symbolize his state of decay. Haven’t read the indictment or any news beyond, but until that rotten rascal has cuffs on I won’t believe he will be held accountable. Why doesn’t it surprise me that the magates protesting are in Florida. I wonder what mini-mi DeSantis thinks about that? Thanks for your wonderful response to the prompt and not too bad on the rapping either 😉
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I will laugh the remainder of the evening whenever I think of “the Lillian Rap” !!
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My boxes, my boxes, don’t touch my boxes.
Who wants to man,
when they’re in your john?
Well done, Lillian. You had me chuckling on this one!
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Oh Lill, your rap had me chuckling! Especially:
My boxes, my boxes, don’t touch my boxes.
‘Who wants to man,
when they’re in your john?’
This is one you have to perform on OLN Live!
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I agree people should read the indictment, I did. I had to laugh about his toilet room throne. Brilliantly done rap….
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As I’ve said, I don’t understand how anyone can support him, but the right-wing sites are spewing lies. . .
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Sparky and pointed Lillian – you are able to say a lot here very cleverly that truly exposes the shameful reality… Bravo!
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How he ever got elected baffles me. I’m waiting for them to dig up his ex’s coffin. Now that will be farcical.
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This is exquisitely woven, Lillian! I so enjoyed hearing you rap tonight at dVerse LIVE 😀 especially this part; “Except thousands of guests. Some of ‘em spies, some of ‘em minions, too many lummoxes, too near your boxes.”💖💖💖
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Bravo! A serious poem yet so much fun
Much💚love
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This is a perfect dig of what had befallen him, Lillian! Love it! You put a lot into this. Hank can detect the tinge of humour in your poem!
Hank
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Sorry I missed hearing you rapping live but a great rap to read anyway…
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