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.