By: Cedric mcClester

With all of his cronies
Going to jail
And none of ‘em
Left outside on bail
So much for the adage
Too big to fail
Now the only one left
Is him to nail

Sure he can run.
But where can he hide?
When the truth can no longer
Be denied
He gets an “A” for effort
God knows that he tried
But it’s a stiff sentence
That he can’t abide

When the prison gates
Are opened wide
And he’s been invited
To step inside
Bubba might want
A piece of his hide
He’s been looking for
Some fresh meat to ride

His impeachment inquiry
Is tightening the noose
And it appears soon
That they’ll cook his goose
His Republican enablers
Will shoot him a deuce
As he gets prepared
For some prison abuse




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