Our problem’s not election fraud;
Our problem is Trump thinks he’s god.
With no respect for any law,
He’s riding over them roughshod.

Harassing courts ‘til they’re rubbed raw,
Democracy punched in the jaw;
All disagreement is a crime
And it stays stuck in Donald’s craw.

Should Donald Trump be doing time?
His crimes are not just simple slime.
The first thing we must do is vote
And then begin to scrub the grime.

To keep the Ship of State afloat,
We must hand Trump his hat and coat,
Impeach, convict, and throw him out.
That is our legal antidote.

Then Donald Trump will lose his clout,
With no more laws that he can flout.
He’ll spend his last few years in court,
Demented, fat, and plagued by gout.

Our remedy is to abort.
(Or, perhaps we could deport.)
We’re in a storm; we need a port
I’m sure that we could find support.