Dear Mr. Resident

Dear Resident Trump, how could we have not known?

A man who has always left nothing but scorched earth

And made it a brand of his very own.

Whether it be cheated, contract workers,

Or a bank trumped out of money through a defaulted loan.

Really, how could we have not known?

A man who collected students by the hundreds

And issued diplomas that were nothing but a lie,

A crime that would normally carry a penalty a fraud,

But yet somehow, and for some reason, you slipped by.

I wondered what would have become of me,

Had I given such a con a vile and wicked try?

Methinks, I would be left gaol to rot until I die.

You claim to be a billionaire, but what could be your source,

Your son wrote what we need we get from Russia; that’s fake news, of course.

And as we speak of Russia, is your bitter loss something that Putin’s won,

Do you get a bonus from him when you leave and an award saying, “job well done?”

Normally, we vote according to “the better off than you were” rule,

So, I ask myself how that half the country has become such a fool.

America has not been made great and teeters on divide.

And you really feel red carpets are appropriate for your last ride.

Well, fortunately for the nation, the CIA and FBI are taking names.

So, my last request for Mr. Resident, say hello for me to Letitia James.

Sincerely Yours

A true Patriot.