Hey Don, it’s your old friend Bob
Callin’ to see how it’s hangin’
With your legal woes, campaign foes
And that porn star you were bangin”
Lots of investigations bubbling away
Court motions lined up in a que
Your appeals getting shot down left and right
It ain’t looking good for you
But you’re doing a good job fighting back
Against those crooked cops, judges, and all
Your midnight posts are hitting the mark
I hope soldiers heed the call
I especially liked that post
Where you were swinging a bat at Alvin Bragg’s head
Well, that district attorney made his bed
Better watch out, might catch lead
Those two black ladies in Georgia are suing you
The ones you lied about ballot stuffing
Your lies led to non-stop threats
Never know who’s bluffing
In Fulton County, GA, I hear indictments are imminent
And there are lots of Republican targets
What, a man can’t even ask for 11,780 votes
Without a big legal fuss and darkness
But the guy I’d watch, and you know it’s true
Special Prosecutor Jack Smith, not sure if he’s a Jew
But he’s crazy legal competent, kicking with his crew
Piercing your defenses like a can of Mountain Dew
But despite all this, you’re running for president
Though winning seems unlikely
While waging all-out war with the judiciary
But I guess you don’t tread lightly
You say Alvin Bragg is doing the work of the Devil
Yeah, strum that Christian fiddle
But even Christian preachers now
Give you finger in the middle
Not sure if you can handle the truth
You sure don’t speak it much
Not sure you grasp reality?
You seem so out of touch
So, Don, all kidding aside
You’re in a tough legal spot, my friend
Maybe time to change your slogan to
Make Prison Great Again
Waipahu Bob 