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In the realm of poetic expression unfurled,
Shall we venture into a world quite absurd,
Where verses cascade with political swirl,
A tale of Fat Donald, who fate has stirred.

In Georgias sphere, where justice takes its stand,
Rumblings echo of an indictments demand,
Fat Donald, wielding power with his command,
Now stands before a jurys stern reprimand.

Fat Donald, oh how his ego did aspire,
A magnate once, he rose in golden attire,
But his deeds and words, like a raging fire,
Ignited a storm, fueled by lies and ire.

Within those hallowed halls, where truth unveils,
Whispers of deceit dance with misbegotten tales,
Fat Donalds actions, as justice entails,
Begin to unravel like windblown sails.

Seeking retribution for the crimes hes sown,
The people rise, their voices now intone,
Fat Donald, in Georgia, he stands alone,
As the indictments weight settles like a stone.

Oh, the chorus of voices that sings so clear,
In this tale of reckoning, no need to fear,
For justice, relentless, draws ever near,
As Fat Donald trembles, consumed by a sneer.

Georgias scales of justice, they shall prevail,
In this tale where truth refuses to derail,
No longer shall Fat Donalds lies assail,
For justice, in this poem, shall eternally hail.