"I know all about flippers"

Trump's sweating; his whole White House reeks of fear
now David Pecker took immunity.
The files of kompromat he bought so dear
serve Trump trussed prostrate on the headsman's tee.
The doorman's tale, Geoff Chaucer might have penned
sly satire of false claimants to high class.
We roar, to reach the moral; at the end
Trump's victims live to bite him in the ass.
A higher-order predator's in charge
team Mueller snaps up high and low at will.
No clue's too small, no web of lies too large.
They snack on those who live by catch-and-kill.
No honor binds this partnership of crime;
the last to flip's the perp who'll serve hard time.