Document Driven

It all went pear-shaped
Not grapefruit, obviously
It is way too sour
Or is sour what I meant by pear-shaped?
Like Trump at Mar-a-Lago
(Documents not-so-concealed in the toilet
Boxes listening to the purple flush of the commode
What a stench!
But I digress)
Like Trump, we were minding our own business
Tootavilling along
Free as the birds
With our noses to the grindstone, burning the midnight oil
The sweet paperwork of the realm!
When “the you-know-what hit the fan”
Lordy, Lordy
I figured I head on down to Mar-a-Lago myself
Take a seat on that memorable throne
Dirty Document Don, esquire
Bringing all this paperwork with
And secreting it among the other bundles and bags
No one would suspect this guy here
Except poor John
His smooth white porcelain wet with tears
(At least, I hope they are tears)
¡Qué horror!
Unable, still, to speak
It’ll be the winning shot for the both of us
Even if I never pay my taxes
Now where did I put that fruit bowl?