Trump Issues Late-Night Threat to Arrest His Enemies

[gfarber]

7. The Late-Night Decree

There once was a prez up at night,
On Truth Social, unhinged with delight.
“Arrest them!” he cried,
With a post full of spite—
Caps lock on, judgment drunk as a shite.

He boosted some MAGA-hot take,
Said, “Garland! And Wray! For fuck’s sake!”
“And many more, too!”
Like a mob boss in blue,
Yelling “lock ’em up” while wide fucking awake.

Back in office, round two, cue the grudge,
Every foe gets a shove from the judge.
From Russia to Jan Six,
He’s keeping score, politics—
Petty vengeance with power to nudge.

Poor Comey got slapped with a charge,
Cue the outcry: “This reeks of a farce!”
The judge tossed it out,
Said “Nope,” without doubt—
Turns out revenge law’s legally sparse.

Letitia got dragged through the mud,
Another big swing, another dull thud.
Lots of fury and noise,
But the courts aren’t his toys—
Even bullshit gets stuck in the blood.