by Orel Protopopescu
Let them dig! The world will see
there’s no charge that sticks to me.
List the people that I stiffed,
all the titled toffs I miffed,
all the wives who loved my dough…
(Few were mine, but who’s to know?)
I got ego. I got id.
I forget the stuff I did.
Where’s my sin against mankind?
I’m pre-pardoned. Never mind.
Drag your kids through hill and dale?
You should lose them. Go to jail.
Laws are made to be enforced.
DACA, caca, eat my borscht.
(Not that I like Russian stuff.
Stop the witch hunt. That’s enough!)
No one grills me. I decline.
I’m above all laws but mine.