Trump, In Verse

I firmly believe in obeying the law – just as long as it breaks in my favor.
And, fortunately, if it breaks the wrong way – SCOTUS justices gave me a waiver.
While not absolute, the immunity granted for government acts is substantial,
so rather than stripping me naked, I’ve got a suit coat, shirt, and two pair of pants still.

A flurry of recent Executive Orders resulted in rulings against me;
I paid them no heed, carried on without pause, and lashed out at a judge who incensed me.
I kicked out some students, professors, and doctors, and others – all absent due process.
To anyone asking how they should proceed, the reply is, “Just do what the boss says.”

The Chief Justice claims the response to dispute should be “normal appellate review.”
Since I disagree with what John Roberts said, my response to his statement: “Fuck you.”
It seems he’s forgotten he gave me a pass; to all consequence I have immunity,
therefore I’ll proceed to behave as I wish and keep flouting the law with impunity.

Surprisingly, all the Republican members of Congress have shown no resistance
as I assume powers awarded to them – the whole reasoning for their existence.
They’ve fallen in line and don’t put up a fight as I undermine their obligations –
and God forbid any object to my whims, due to fear of my denunciations.

Quite honestly, I’m not the mastermind here – there are others propelling my actions.
I’d really prefer to be out on the golf course, where there are far fewer distractions.
But I spew out bluster and claim I’m a victim and constantly undermine virtue –
enriching myself and my reprobate crew… and we don’t care how much it all hurts you.