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Your charity acquired the knack
Of giving politics a snack.
A judge required two million paid—
Compulsory compassion! Court-made aid!

Then came that tape, that priceless class
In how a star may make a pass:
A grab, a boast, a famous face—
Consent reduced to second place.

You answered women with denials;
Then Carroll took her claims to trial.
The civil jury’s finding: true—
Sexual abuse, defamation too.
No criminal verdict. Keep that clear.
Still not your finest souvenir.

Then Stormy weather, secret pay,
And records dressed another way.
Guilty: thirty-four felony counts.
Some awkward entries in your accounts.

With Epstein, photographs remain;
They prove acquaintance, not his chain
Of crimes as yours. We’ll keep that straight:
There’s ample fact to contemplate.

Obama’s birthplace! What a quest!
The documents could get no rest.
For years you fed that bogus doubt—
A welcome mat that said KEEP OUT.

At borders, families split apart—
A policy to warm the heart!
Reunion plans were quite a mess,
The watchdogs found. But what success:
When toughness needs a child to cry,
Perhaps the grown-ups should ask why.

Ukraine’s aid became the fuss;
The House charged you abused our trust.
Impeached, acquitted—both are true.
The history gets both columns, too.

Of COVID’s danger, you knew plenty;
You played it down in twenty-twenty.
A mask became a party test—
The virus must have been impressed.

Warp Speed helped vaccines arrive;
Give credit where it helped save lives.
That doesn’t make the rest less odd:
A germ won’t flatter, vote, or nod.

The voters fired you. What a shock!
You tried to have the scoreboard docked.
“Find” votes! Get substitute electors!
Democracy needs better directors!

Then January’s doors gave way;
The count was stopped amid the fray.
For hours you failed to call them home—
A novel way to guard the dome.