There once was a man named Trump Whose behavior made many crump With his words so loud And his tweets so proud He landed himself in a thump He boasted of power and wealth But his actions were cunning and stealth With lies on his tongue And schemes yet unsung Justice caught up with him, stealth In court, he stood with despair As evidence surrounded the air His lawyers tried hard But truth left them scarred For his fate, they couldn't repair The judge, with her gavel in hand Declared him guilty, a command To jail he was sent His ego, it went As orange became his new brand Now Donald resides in a cell Where his ego shall finally quell Inmates roll their eyes As he shares more lies Oh, how swiftly he's fallen from swell!

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