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Gloria Horton-Young's avatar

Checks and Balances

Ah, the drama swells in the courtroom halls,

Where whispers echo and shadow falls

On a figure grand, whose antics appall,

Trump, ensnared in justice's claw.

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Contempt is the word, from the judge's own lips,

As Trump’s facade slowly slips,

A thousand dollar fine—a mere eclipse

Of the storm in legal apocalypse.

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Documents dance, a falsified waltz,

In the trial’s rhythm, none can halt.

Payments masked as legal faults,

A "retainer" thin as a single malt.

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Invoices and checks, oh how they parade,

Eleven here, a dozen fade

Into records Trump's team once made,

Now the price must be paid.

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Witnesses tread the line so fine,

From loyal aides to the resign,

Each word they spill, a sour wine,

Under oath, their truths intertwine.

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And Cohen, once keeper of secrets so dark,

Now sings like a lark,

Of payments in parks,

And deeds stark.

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Trump, the maestro of diversion and spin,

Finds the courtroom a harder win,

Where facts are checked and lies are thin,

And the jury’s out on the sin.

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Keep tuned, dear readers, for more in this play,

Of power, deceit, and legal fray.

For in New York’s court, under the light of day,

The scales of justice will sway.

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Laurie H's avatar

Wondering what triggered him to attack Smith. Seems like something behind the scenes got him going.

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