As the noose tightens...
On the obtuse titan.
We need dark rhymes...
For dark times...
So, I choose to write them.
As gothic as Gotham.
Like moth-eaten cloth...
This country has gotten so rotten.
History will be repeated...
If the plot is forgotten.
So, be forewarned...
I am forlorn.
My heart is war-torn.
A blunt blissfully twisted...
But I impart this for scorn.
My art is cathartic.
My aim is on target.
Adjust the dope...
And trust the scope.
My veins beyond arctic.
As I thump hard...
And play my Trump cards.
It's a stacked deck...
The dragnet will hit chumps hard.
Hear him screech...
Through them tweets.
The word, IMPEACH...
Within reach.
Brief grief and disbelief...
Then relief will hit the streets!