Dirty Joe

Joe Manchin raised his daughter to look strong
and profit from connections when she can.
Contemptuous that nepotism's wrong;
In all their kin, you'll find no honest man.
As senate chair, he's proud to wield control

of what we'll tax, and what we'll subsidize

Predictably, his answer's always "coal!"

And anyone who'd catch him cheating, lies!

The scrutiny he'd studied to avert

when he loomed big in West Virginia's pool

flares bright, now all the planet's on alert;

he'll face the spotlight, if he means to rule.
The millions Heather Bresch took home in pay
highlight more questions that won't go away.

bickering

As long as Trump's on stage, McConnell's stuck
the party's not obedient to him.
But Marjorie Greene doesn't give a fuck
she has no principle beyond Trump's whim.
The WallStreetJournal sees it's a dead-end
they can't keep Trump and take back Congress, too.
The gibberish the paper can't defend
betrayed no vision what we ought to do.
Democracy presumes that--as adults--
We'd weigh the public good above our own.
That's challenged hard when demagogues and cults
Pretend to know what's best, and they alone.
No platform, and no Healthplan left behind
lends guidance to a party with no mind.

Messy Divorce

When Rupert Murdoch cedes Trump's cause is lost
Republicans may want to lend an ear.
The scam they've played incurs an awful cost;
as marks catch on, the reckoning draws near.
A party founded by disgruntled Whigs
to fight for Abolition, and Men's Rights
increasingly's been commandeered by pigs
contemptuous of any who're not white.
Those Whigs had dominated in their day
the Oval Office bears their portraits, still.
But with Zach Taylor, their sway passed away.
They'd lost their purchase on the people's will.
Like twice before, Trump's marriage hits the rocks
Melania's on deck; but first, there's Fox.

A JURY OF HIS PEERS

Trump's called his seventh string to take the field
without a cogent story one might tell.
There's video attesting to what's real;
this jury'd peered within the Gates of Hell.
The baying of the rabble at the gate
evoked the guillotine, and Paris past.
But politicians must adjudicate;
they won't be rigorous, and won't be fast.
Since Michael Cohen walked and washed his hands,
attorneys pass in waves, as in a dream.
Which ones resigned, and which of them got canned
is strictly need-to-know, on Trumpty's "team".
Strange process, with no gesture towards voir-dire
The outcome's independent of what's clear.

Exhorting his own mob to "fight like Hell"
Trump put his signature to all their acts.
His lawyers would be ill-advised to dwell
on anything as damning as the facts.

Instead, they maunder on about his "rights"
an argument that's specious on its face.
They blow a lot of smoke, but shed no light;

as Dershowitz observed, "they've made no case".

But politics and law both row this boat
as Tribe and Matz make clear to those who've read.
McConnell won't commit to how he'll vote

until he's sure the wounded beast lies dead.
The price of Liberty can't be deferred;

republics are for citizens, not herds.

Greene's day

Post-Trump, McConnell meant to rule the roost
and money'd have to flow Kentucky's way.
But somewhere, half the party's screws shook loose 
He'd lost the leverage for pay-to-play.
The CrossFit dominatrix claims the stage
As loud as Hannity, and twice as wrong.
Mitch looks a brittle corpse at twice her age;
unlike her logic, zealotry runs strong.

'Though even Georgia wants her on a leash
this GOP adores a circus show.
Predictably, she votes to not impeach
until the voice of Jesus tells her so.
'twere rich to grant this party has a soul,
but claws come out as cats contest control.