Thursday, February 11, 2021

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.

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