All your toadies, I surmise,
Will furnish you with alibis,
And those who live in fear of you
Don't dare describe the things you do,
And all the cases DAs make
Are spiked by judges on the take.
An attacker once got near,
And shot, but only grazed your ear,
Which led the bulk of us to groan,
Won't you just perish on your own?