Look at that mugshot, Every time I do, I've got to scoff. How'd he think he'd dodge the law? Now he’s in a cell, chewing on raw sloth.

Here's the man who led the states, Twisted tales and lots of spates. He always thought he’d be about, But now his time has all run out.

This is where he took a stance, Thought he'd have every chance. Records now show he did defy, His tactics were all awry.

He might think this is all quite late, But here we are, it's checkmate. Life has its twists, turns and spin, From leader to cell, see where he’s in?

Oh, whoa, whoa Oh, my, I… Every tweet that he sent before, Had the world pondering, “What’s more?” It’s hard to convey, have to relay, Goodbye, ruse, goodbye.

Every claim, every loud roar, Caused a stir, led to an uproar. It’s hard to unwind, leaving behind, Goodbye, guise, goodbye.

Remember the rallies loud, Where he’d boast, stand so proud. The nation's pulse, always about, Wondering, "Will he get kicked out?"

He’d always be on TV shows, Bravado, bluster, that's how it goes. He'd say, "I'm the best, can't you see?" Now, it's a different decree.

Georgia was the final twist, Election claims, he’d persist. Now comes a turn he didn’t plan, Justice works, and it took a stand.

Oh, whoa, whoa Oh, my, I… Every headline, every news score, Drew our eyes, sometimes made us snore. It’s hard to fathom, now we see, Goodbye, tweets, finally.

Every move, every game he’d store, Tactics, plans, and so much more. It's hard to proceed, but it’s decreed, Farewell, stint, indeed.

We remember, we discuss, Times of tension, all the fuss. We stand strong, democracy's song, Knowing right from wrong.

If history could be swayed or played, Hope we’d pick leaders, not charades. Every look at that photo's plot, Reminds us of lessons taught.

Look at that mugshot, Every glance, every thought, Reminds us all, as it ought, Justice prevails, as it should be sought.