I hope you are well in these times of fresh Hell
I hope you are carefree and swell
But don’t forget, the hope is to get
Our new ruler his very own cell.
The goal I state is not that unreachable,
His lies are so frequent, some must be impeachable!
I’m hoping that clouds will soon lift and the moon
Will shine brightly and songs regain tune
I hope we can say, ever gone is the day
That darkness obscured even noon.
And when Trump from the White House is forced to depart
Justice begs that his rest-of-life sentence should start.