The Open Book (aka Trump’s Taxes of Evil)
Trump declares that it is good practice
Always to withhold all his taxes
But demands for plaudits
For the length of audits
Is mere avoidance of what fact is
But in the end there’s still accounting
For all of the lies he’s been spouting
Grim Reaper beckoning
There will be a reckoning
Of all of Trump’s sins still amounting
A punishment, capital or worse
Incoming, and it’s locked on his hearse
For libellous ways
It’s liable he pays
Will lying in estate be his curse?