I have nothing more to say; I’ve used every single word,
and for me to keep on speaking would be specious and absurd.
As I take this vow of silence, I’m sure you’ll miss my harangues.
(By the way – despite what Kevin said, I had no hunger pangs.)
I won’t testify in court, in my trial for fraud (kind: civil).
I don’t care to listen to Letitia James and all her drivel.
I won’t take the stand a second time as part of my defense.
(You’re familiar with my appetite; not paltry – it’s immense.)
Though a gag order’s in place, I’ve hurled vitriol unfazed.
Mar-A-Lago’s worth a hundred times more than it was appraised.
As Judge Engoron asserted: as a witness, I’m not credible.
(What the hell was Kevin thinking? That I’d find fast food inedible?)
I hired an expert witness, who was paid a sum called “princely.”
Seems unlikely I would suffer from his testimony, since he
offered an opinion bought and paid for by my PAC.
(Kevin hungered for attention, while I wolfed down a Big Mac.)
I await this trial’s conclusion, although fraud’s been long-since ruled.
Brings to mind what Lincoln said about how often folks are fooled.
If I speak now, ‘twould be foolish – and yet still I’ve got a hunch:
that the odds aren’t in my favor, and this judge will eat my lunch.
