by Steven Kent

“Say it with cash: Trump’s… love letter to Melania is fundraising appeal”
—The Guardian

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
You stand, through each indictment, right beside me
As all these prosecutors (FAKE!) deride me
In every trial’s evidential phase.
I might have mentioned just how much I care
A time or two way back when we were dating
And prompted by a midlife urge for mating.
(For once I wish I had a soul to bare.)
Though I face prison time, you’re undistraught;
You’ve always, in your fashion, been there for me
Through times of testing, times that turned quite Stormy
(Her love was merely rented; yours I bought).
Friends, help me show Melania adoration
By clicking on that heart-shaped link “Donation.”