Trump, In Verse

“Due process” is a term with which I’m really not acquainted,
and won’t apply to those whose rectitude I claim is tainted.
Commit a crime (allegedly) – or even think the wrong way –
I’ll send you to El Salvador. From here, that’s quite a long way.

I care not what the courts have said in reference to your status;
I’ll kick you out for what the sports team logo on your hat is.
I’ll claim you are a terrorist, no matter what you’re doing,
based solely on the details of what I call “gang tattooing.”

Nobody will be safe from this crusade that’s causing terror.
Tough luck if you’re expelled due to administrative error.
Once we have made the choice that leads to your expatriation,
you haven’t got a chance in hell to come back to this nation.

I don’t just mean “illegals”; I will also banish homegrowns.
It’s he who’s without sin (that would be me) who casts the lone stone.
And please don’t get me started on dissent, which I call “treason” –
I’ll toss out anybody, any time, for any reason.

If you think I won’t come for you – you’ve got one more think coming.
The rule of law is currently at what my nose I’m thumbing.
If I can get away with it, I’ll tell you what my wish is:
behaving in a way that’s cruel, unusual, and vicious.