Trump, In Verse

Two lawyers are quitting, with new ones onboarding.
Some rat handed over a damn tape recording.
The Espionage Act has clear rules and limits –
yet clearly I chose not to linger within its.

I filled up those boxes and said, “Let’s start hauling!”
The way that I handled them? One word: appalling.
These charges? A hoax and a scam, over-reaching
I claim – though (again) I’ve said things self-impeaching.

The lead prosecutor’s deranged, he’s a psycho.
I’m calm, cool, collected, and innocent – quite so.
Jack Smith is a “Coward”; his wife’s a “Trump Hater.”
The worst you can say about me? “Fabricator.”

FBI, DOJ – they are all sons of bitches;
their people perpetually hunt for witches.
“An innocent man” is my claim, with great certainty.
But this time, the facts – and my statements – are hurtin’ me.

They’ll come after me, then they’ll come after you.
Four more years I am seeking; it’s Trump: Chapter Two.
Here’s what to expect if I come back as POTUS:
the same operandi; no change in my modus.