Trump, In Verse

Have you got five million dollars? If so, we can have a nosh.
Just jet down to Mar-A-Lago – my resort that’s really posh.
We’ll enjoy a simple supper, chatting late into the night,
eating steaks seared o’er the flames of blatant scandal burning bright.

Now, I like my steak well done and so that’s how you’ll have yours, also.
They will both be doused with ketchup – which I cherish, as we all know.
If you feel that such a setup seems bad form and makes you wary, then
you can nibble on my parsley, which I think is vegetarian.

If that price exceeds your budget, here’s an option: for just one mil,
you can smorgasbord with others (hoping none of you becomes ill).
While the tenor of this cheaper option may be less intense,
there’s a chance for cocktails with my Secretary of Defense.

Please don’t think I’m selling access, or this means I can be bought.
And it can’t be called illegal (just as long as we’re not caught).
This should not be called a “bribe” – it is a simple contribution
to enshrine my place in history: I killed our Constitution.