Trump, In Verse

Hannibal Lecter, a wonderful man.
A cannibal, sure – even so, I’m a fan.
This gent’s reputation was unfairly tarnished for
being a mentally unbalanced carnivore.

Words flow from my mouth with the fury of lava.
Lecter ate liver, Chianti, beans (fava).
We both chew up people; of that there’s no doubt;
whereas they serve as his meal, I just spit them out.

I lauded Lecter, a beast who is fictional,
perhaps under stress from my trials jurisdictional.
Hannibal spent time in jail, but then amscrayed –
and if I’m convicted, I’ll have the same plans laid.