Indictments have been handed down in the case of the State of New York vs Donald J. tRUMP. New York Attorney General Lettia James has charged tRUMP with fraud and several other felony counts and is asking for at least 250 million dollars in relief along with the dissolution of the tRUMP Organization and the banishment of tRUMP and his larvae from doing business in New York. Imagine, Caesar Disgustus having his much vaunted “beautiful company” taken from him; imagine the tRUMP Organization placed in receivership; imagine the empire of Caesar Disgustus sold off for scrap. Caesar Disgustus, the all-time loser, is about to lose it all.
Pop up the corn, Martha. This is about to get interesting. Imagine, if you will, the stripping of most of the assets from this clown. Imagine him having to sell off that ridiculous jet aircraft. Imagine, if you will, Donald J. tRUMP reduced to taking the Greyhound to Washington and Atlanta to meet his serial rendezvous with justice. National television cameras transfixed on the spectacle of Caesar Disgustus and his Secret Service detail arriving at the depot, as he gets in line, as boards the Greyhound bus.
“It's midnight at the depot
as he drags his bags in line
travelin' light, he's got to go
but the bus won't be on time
everybody's looking half alive
later on, the bus arrives
they punch his ticket
and he finds a seat
and moves out past the lights
come on, driver
where's your heat?
It's cold out in the night” ----Harry Chapin, “Taxi” parody
Gone is the majesty of the overblown commercial jet transformed into a gouache, gold-painted obscenity. Gone is the stage prop holding up the trappings of a completely fraudulent persona. Gone is the pretense replaced by a stark reality: Caesar Disgustus stripped of his robe and sceptre figuratively standing in line naked, if you will, rubbing shoulders with the poor and the dispossessed.
“He's wrinkled on his stool
at the rest stop
the waitress being cozy
with the highway cop
coffee's tasting tired
his eyes roll over dead
got to go outside
and get the gas out of his head”
It would be rough justice, but justice long, long overdue.
“But there's nothing new about Greyhounds
nothing new about feeling down”
For the first time in his gilded existence, the snot-nosed little Lard Fauntleroy would know how “the other half” lives.
“Looking to tomorrow
that's the way the loser hides
he should have realized by now
that all of life's a ride
it's time to find some happy times
and make himself some friends
well you know there ain't no rainbows waiting
when this journey ends
Take the Greyhound
It's a dog of a way to get around
take the Greyhound
it's a doggone easy way to get you down”. (1)
One can only hope.
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