tissue of lies

"concealing assets" Giuliani's warned
"could be felonious" she emphasized.
Instructions from the bench are thick with scorn;
her honor's had her fill--and more--of lies.
Trump's never one to keep one set of books
his valuations rise and fall at whim.
An enterprise of flim-flam men, and crooks
whose factual mistakes all favor him.
Trump's legal team keep lawyers of their own
The system groans, o'erburdened with delay.
Each trusting he'll get blood out of a stone
A fool could see; they're never getting paid.
A former prosecutor, turned to crime
with no cards left, can only play for time.

twisting in the wind

The world's convulsed as Giuliani flails
explaining what his client must have meant
each version more spectacularly fails
repudiated by his president.
A dozen scaramuccis come and gone
but still, hizzoner's in the Donald's pay
ambitious timeline to sustain the con
when neither knows what either's gonna say.
A legal team like no one's ever seen
we scarcely meet the latest to get hired
the man-behind-the curtain's smoke machine
sells them as geniuses--until they're fired.
NewYork--they say's--the toughest of tough towns.
But this year, all it's sending us are clowns.