Josh Hawley pumped the crowd, one fist aloft
to come obstruct our Congress at its job,
as if the Rule of Law meant "going soft",
and Freedoms were best trusted to the mob.
The State that gave us Truman in our need
to end the War when FDR lay dead,
now sends this chickenshit, unfit to lead;
Like "brave sir Robin", Hawley turned and fled.
Mike Pence saw clearly what he had to do
refusing to be driven from his spot
strange ally staked his ground against the coup
when his own running-mate hoped he'd get shot.
The norms Society obeyed so long,
can't hold when half the "news" they're fed's all wrong.
Josh Hawley pumped the crowd, with sweat-slick fist
exhorting them to roar, charge, and obstruct.
On top of insurrectionists' death-list,
Mike Pence looked very likely to be fucked.
The gallows we could see, the bombs they'd brought,
the magnetometers that flashed and beeped
bode ill for any target who'd get caught;
be that the Speaker, or Trump's very Veep.
The clowns live-streamed the felonies they've done
as if what's not on Facebook's not quite real.
In fancy dress, to keep their treason "fun"
while claiming what they'd grabbed was their bastille.
Death fetishists, aroused by chains and ropes
make common cause with losers who can't cope.
The Secret Service trusted with Trump's leash
Would never trust the moron with control.
The steering wheel's kept firmly out of reach;
they'll trot him out in time to speak his role.
'Til then, his backseat door stays firmly locked;
he'd just break something, left at large, alone.
The crazies mustn't penetrate his box,
And--if they could--they'd smash his god-damned phone.
Each agent's vetted; tough case to suborn!
But Trump knows any mortal has a price;
some burn for hookers, some crave bootleg porn.
There's opportunity exploiting Vice.
As midterms loom, there's not a lot of time
to stem Trump's tidal wave of gangland crime.
John Dean'd been taught "the Truth will set you free"
but understood the fetters forged by fear.
The path he blazed in"use immunity"
led some who'd been estranged to now draw near.
Republics stand because the voters trust
our public servants serve the public good.
A venal slave to Mammon and to Lust
lacks any sense of what he ought, or should.
Steve Bannon smells the trap and wants control
of narratives explaining what went down.
Of all these crimes, which highlight his own role
and which we must attribute to the clown.
The race is on! Who'll be the first to break?
The last to sing gets roasted at the stake.
Trump paid for lawyers to coordinate
the testimony House Committees heard.
They coached each witness to prevaricate;
we'd be great fools to take them at their word,
Such bullshit hadn't echoed in those Halls
since Reagan shipped the Mullahs lethal toys.
'Til Cassidy stepped up and showed some balls,
we'd trusted governance to good old boys.
Democracy requires the public know
when those in highest office turn to crime.
There's leniency for those who fess up, though
the last to testify will serve most time.
To keep omerta once one colleague's sung
is gonna get the bitter-enders hung.
