Crooked justice: a poem

Our rule of law, which we’ve long prized
Disintegrates before our eyes.
Justices who act corruptly
Stop due process quite abruptly.

These justices have cooked up ways
To force indefinite delays,
Thus ensuring Crooked Don
Toward re-election scurries on.

Don’s crimes of course are loud and clear,
Crimes that one can watch and hear.
“The documents I stole are mine!
“Hang Mike Pence? That sounds just fine!”

Our Court Supreme just hums a tune —
“Can it be our Don’s immune?