"McConnell and his team have put a knife into the heart of our 'We the People' republic.
To twitch as though it were alive,
And Mitch McConnell was the man
That did the stark stiletto drive.
The heart that took the blade belonged
To our Republic free and fair,
And it was liberty he wronged
Destroying it beyond repair.
He wanted, like an autocrat,
His self-appointed man to judge
Without quorum's demands, whereat
He slew decorum like a drudge.
So to install an ideologue
(Albeit also plagiarist)
He led his party going rogue,
And every vote was a knife twist.
Lo! Still the corpse appears to move!
McConnell and his crew, crass, coarse,
Some innocence would like to prove
So voice a smattering of remorse.
Those are the tears of crocodiles,
Reptilian: see the corpse now flail,
It will collapse, because the wiles
A party's preening let prevail.
Henceforth the Court, no more impartial,
Crafts corporate verdicts artisanal
In lieu of justice, so to marshall
Perks for the likes of Mitch McConnell.