Trial By Combat...

 

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© May 22, 2021, the Griot Poet

 

He went to law school,

Changed from a democrat to republican,

Led SDNY,

Bagging mob figures,

“Giuliani time”

In NYC, and Samuel L. Jackson’s “Shaft,”

“America’s mayor”

After 9/11,

 

Ran for senate

Against Hillary Rodham Clinton,

Lost,

It’s been downhill

From that point since,

 

One bright shining moment,

On a dark day of terror,

A legacy he couldn’t ride,

To the presidency,

As Biden quipped:

“A noun, a verb, and 9/11.”

 

Followed a fool,

Making himself a tool,

In Ukraine,

Acting as insane,

As his malignant narcissist client,

Whose history says,

He won’t pay for his legal expenses,

(Nor collect from him one red cent)

Tried to manufacture dirt,

On the opponent his client feared the most:

The 46th President Joe Biden,

 

His golden years,

Of whatever’s left of them,

Of his stay on the planet,

Going to Rykers Island,

Where he sent mob clients:

Not cool (for him),

FARA: foreign agents registration act,

You think he would have read it before his trip,

 

“Trial by combat,”

By a leaky-haired wombat,

Pants gripping in Borat 2,

Staging a stupid stunt

In front of the

Four seasons, and a porn shop,

How’s following an orange dingbat,

Working out for you?