TWENTY-SEVEN BOXES OF SECRECY
Obscured insecurely by his skeletons in his pungent muffy cellar
was intimate classified information stolen from his unholy archives.
Soon to become the epithet for a treasonously thuggish culprit
DJ is licking his wounds like an injured wolf for a funky fairy teller.
Tex Avery’s version of Red Hot Riding Hood is still very much alive
and grandma with her red lipstick knew never how to truly stop it.
She threw her house keys in her bra as the FBI received their orders
to search the Mar-a-Lago palace as the false king did strenuously strive
to proclaim the 5th Amendment over 440 times ‘cause he couldn’t help it.
Miss Letitia James and Fani Willis are sick of sexists and their verdict
will be coming with a jackhammer and a gavel as jail time will arrive.
Trusting himself with highly sensitive documents has corruptly backfired
sending the sparks for justice into high gear as the DOJ will coldly convict.
The shockwave is a Tsunami building up steam as the mighty propeller
will shuffle his toupé left and right till he shifts in daylight dark and dire.
Our multifaceted liar has tripped upon his words as a prosecutor will indict
this fugitive with his Roger Stones, Lindsey Grahams and other dwellers
of meaninglessness like Cruz and Hawley swarming in their bestial beehives.
The loss of seven-million voters has yet to be settled brainwashing a quagmire
of nonthinkers sacrificing them to their idiocy offering no true shelter
from the incessant deceitful propaganda blurting 24/7 from the Fox Dive.
Nonetheless the admittance of Merrick’s earnestness blows like a wildfire
blazing forth showing the seriousness of this search warrant while Donnie swelters.
Immediately begging for donations by hoodwinking the public with his ugly jive
delivering a request for 45 dollars per Email to Lawrence O’Donnell just for spite.
He should strike a deal with Colbert and his cartoon sidekicks with a sequel of Knights
of the Election and ‘Twas the Coup before Christmas and rake in royalties to repel
the legal costs of his shameful claims of fraud and coveting the forbidden to transpire.
Waiting 3 hours for his vice-president to throw in the towel while watching live
on TV the riotous villains demolish cops. Hence he should be locked in a hideous hell.
I wish only to bid DJ farewell while he crawls and slithers in an orange suit polarized
from dignity suffering from a Karma Boomerang surrounded by the stench of a smelter.
A victim of your intolerable narcissism looking into your reflection in a wishing well
deranged, destroyed, powerless, infamously detestable and deplorably deprived.
We can only imagine the depth of your crime hidden in these 27 boxes of secrecy.
Or perhaps you decided to sell them to adversaries which will gloriously expel
your self-service to the demons you’ve adored banning you to an eternal indecency.