Let us concede, the man who occupies
The stolen seat, may not be without honor;
In his mind, mitigating facts devise
An alibi perhaps—he’s no great fawner
Upon the crew that done the sneaky deed,
Let’s postulate, hypothesize, concede.
He has perhaps intentions that he harbors
From on his misbegotten perch, to do
Some good, his haggardness cleaned at the barber’s,
As, henceforth, one clean-shaven wanting to
Effect some positive, even against
The thieves wherefrom his travesty commenced.
Yea, say he even pose so resolute,
Staunch in integrity, to offer censure
Unto his benefactors, and refute
Their methods—as to disavow indenture
Or any rank inherent beholdenness—
He may proclaim integrity no less!
Yet how—within the public mind—are we
To take him at face value? How accept
That suddenly, he stands for honesty,
Impartial judgement, woke where once he slept?
Nay, ’tis impossible: ill-gotten gains
Cast reputation swirling down the drains.
Yea, even he declare that Mitch McConnell
Had acted wrongly—how accept his word?
We must presume him conduit and funnel
For interested Dark Money. It’s absurd!
One does not lie down with the miscreants
Then get to change his spots, although he wants.
The Court has fallen to disorder,
Of vices now presumed the hoarder
Having been shoved past virtue’s border,
When Mitch McConnell was rewarder
Of the court seat he deigned to steal
To the young upstart, Tricky Neil.