Ethics Probe

It's clear to Tymkovich: Kavanaugh lied.
But is the SCOTUS not beyond his writ?
Impartial judges mustn't take a side
still, this whole nomination smells of shit.
Whole years of paper trail are under seal;
Brett's role in torture policy's obscure.
But roommates testify; they know the deal.
That ersatz choirboy's anything but pure.
This Senate winks at lies; it doesn't care.
Leave "indiscretions" buried in Brett's youth!
But now, this nominee's Judge Tim's affair
and solemn oaths oblige him to seek Truth.
The only one who's ditching Brett's his wife;
judge Tim could shackle us to him for life.

doddering fool

Chuck Schumer won't confirm Brett Kavanaugh,

but seems withal unbothered by the lies.

It's not for him to execute the law;

veracity's not his to verify.

He'll talk for days (when donors write the bill)

but hardly seems engaged in this dispute.

So much the creature of Capitol Hill

without the filibuster, he's half mute.

The stolen research Democrats amassed

got Pryor's nomination through, unchecked

but as we learned more details of Brett's past,

his case seemed one the Senate should reject.

The Checks and Balances our Founders wrought

presumed the opposition won't be bought.

retrograde

Brett's confirmation in the dark of night
comes with a somber robe, fresh off the rack.
But this one has no hood, like his dear white;
he thinks he's incognito, swathed in black.
An undistinguished judge, but for his youth,
may linger thirty years on that high bench
habitually plays games with the truth
and trusts that no one harkens to a wench.
Hard-drinking Southern boy in the grand style--
McKinley might have chosen such a one.
This snarling, unenlightened font of bile
now serves for life, regardless what he's done.
November's midterms loom, but come too late;
our daughters watch us gaming with their fate.

privileged loser

Trump countermands McGahn, says there're no bounds
on what the FBI investigates.
The Senate gets to hear what can be found
before Brett Kavanaugh can learn his fate.
Anita Hill strode forth, and said aloud
the man Bush nominated was obscene.
She got ignored, but held her head up, proud
of speaking truth to the OldMan machine.
Four women, this time 'round, cannot forget
the beer-slick frat floors and the way he stunk.
They risk opprobrium confronting Brett
to spare our High Court from this snarling drunk.
McConnell draws his head back in the mud
one more Trump nominee looks like a dud.

uninformed consent

The FBI pretends to ask around
to reassure the Senate Kavanaugh
won't trip on other corpses no one's found;
he only needs to clear the bar they saw.
His schoolmates volunteer to testify
but agents don't return their urgent calls.
They've got their orders; only a blind eye
regards this evidence, although it galls.
"Consent's" a farce if it's not based on facts
this FBI's been ordered not to see.
Trump's DoJ talks big, but then it acts
indifferent to arrant perjury.
'Til patriots take arms, and seize the streets
McConnell's proud to go on stealing seats.

impartiality

The Powell memo advocating war
between the Classes came to light too late.
Had senators known what he thought before,
the Right's agenda might have had to wait.
Collective rights of Labor to be heard
when Management possesses all the tools
depend on how courts understand each word;
their special pow'r's interpreting our rules.
Now, Kavanaugh's proposed for Powell's bench
his writing have been hidden from our sight.
He snarls to think some academic wench
should drag his sordid past into the light.
Who vets Trump's nominees? Roy Moore's own clerks??
They seem--consistently--to go for jerks.

judicial temperament

McGahn's been charged to straitly circumscribe
the witness list, if not what each can say.
It isn't "tampering" where there's no bribe;
a clever lawyer tends to get his way.
The Powell memo called for stealth attacks
that--when it leaked--were damned as really crass.
But once confirmed, he needn't face such facts,
ensconced for life within his ruling class.
The due regard that Garland never saw
McConnell lends this one appearance sake.
Although the date's for him to set by law
he'll pause to salve the conscience of Jeff Flake.
We've bought a week in which the FBI's
investigation documents Brett's lies.

simplistic

Brett Kavanaugh's the darling of the Right
who'll holler "murder!" if one would abort
a brain-dead fetus ere it see the light.
A monstrous misfit for our highest court.
When life begins' not easy to define;
philosophers--if wholly honest--can't
show legislators any clear bright line,
since most conceptions fail, and don't implant.
Each pregnant teen must live with the effects
of getting raped, and bear the public shame.
But Brett smirks at his own coercive sex;
in his world, only victims carry blame.
McConnell's fealty to Trump's complete
if he delivers one more stolen seat.

the company he keeps

Trump's sympathetic to Brett Kavanaugh
their ethics are alike, and bigly loose.
Too White to toe the line, or heed the law,
they'd normalize gross sexual abuse.
McConnell wants this rushed without delay
as if--if we knew more--we'd turn him down.
The guy who snatched Obama's seat away
now wants to rubber-stamp this arrant clown.
A lifetime tenure on our highest bench
must be denied if what he's said's untrue.
The penalty for ravishing a wench
could shoot him down in flames  (hashtag #MeToo)
This vote--for Susan Collins--looms up big
as women everywhere reject this pig.

"on good behavior"

McConnell thought he'd rush Brett Kavanaugh
through Senate confirmation in a day.
But shoddy vetting missed a grievous flaw,
and those who've known him have a lot to say.
The Jesuits aspired to educate
young Brett to value women for their thoughts.
But fratboys desperate to get a date
were satisfied with intimacies bought.
A judge insisting children go to term
with pregnancies incurred against their will
may yet find that he has a lot to learn
to satisfy the ladies on the Hill.
Murkowski/Collins hold a winning hand
if they dare to insist this ass gets canned.

lying to congress

Chuck Schumer won't confirm Brett Kavanaugh,
but seems withal unbothered by the lies.
It's not for him to execute the law;
veracity's not his to verify.
He'll talk for days (when donors write the bill)
but hardly seems engaged in this dispute.
So much the creature of Capitol Hill
without the filibuster, he's half mute.
The stolen research Democrats amassed
got Pryor's nomination through, unchecked
but as we're learning more about Brett's past,
his case seems one the Senate should reject.
The Checks and Balances our Founders wrought
presumed the opposition won't be bought.

advice and consent

Brett Kavanaugh broke oath; he testified
he'd had no knowledge of judge Pryor's case.
But now we learn not only had  he lied;
the cover-up was done to save his face.
The monarchists we cast off long ago
went underground, but never more than slept
resurgent now, and primed to run the show
since Democrats have proven so inept.
Executive amok would own the Court
the vision not of Madison, but Koch
a system we fought proudly to export, 
in Washington is manifestly broke.
Unstable as a fireside powder-keg,
no useful stool can balance on one leg.